I'd like to restrain from cruelity and not be thanked. " ~ Katsa
I told you before, Katsa. I won't fight when you're angry. I won't solve a disagreement between us with blows. " He lifted the ice and fingered his jaw. He moaned and held the ice to his face again. "What we do in the practice rooms-that's to help each other. We don't use it against each other. We're friends, Katsa. We're too dangerous to each other. And even if we weren't, it's not right.
Please, Katsa," he finally said. "At least talk to me". She swung around to face him. "What it there to talk about? You know how I feel, and what I think about it. " "And what I feel? Doesn't it matter?
Katsa didn't think a person should thank her for not causing pain. Causing joy was worthy of thanks, and causing pain worthy of disgust. Causing neither was neither, it was nothing, and nothing didn't warrant thanks.
When a monster stopped behaving like a monster, did it stop being a monster? Did it become something else?
As she left the room, Po went to Katsa, pulled her up, sat himself in her chair, and drew her into his lap. Shushing her, he rocked her, the two of them holding on to each other as if it were the only thing keeping the world from bursting apart.
Hidden yourself in a hole and dared to burden no one with your grievous friendship? I will have friends, Katsa. I will have a life, even though I carry this burden.
Katsa now sat calmly on the stomach of her vanquished foe. "He was handsome," said said. Po moaned. "Was he beat-to-a-pulp handsome, or perhaps just push-down-a-flight-of-stairs handsome?" "I would not push a seventy six year old man down a flight of stairs," said Katsa indignantly.
You know,” he said, “I wish you could see this cave. ” “What’s it like?” He paused. “It’s. . . beautiful, really. ” “Tell me. ” And so Po described to Katsa what hid in the blackness of the cave; and outside, the world awaited them.
But you're better than I am, Katsa. And it doesn't humiliate me. It humbles me. But it doesn't humiliate me.