" But I knew who I was, and I knew that the spot inside me created specifically for the purpose of loving and being loved was gone. Amputated, like a limb damaged beyond repair in the bloodiest of battles. In its place was a thick stump of scar tissue that had no business feeling anything at all, but that didn't stop the phantom pains. "

― Kate Canterbary , The Spire (The Walshes, #6)