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" They’re frightened of you,” he had repeated, his breath coming out in a sort of hiss, like he had forgotten he was talking to a child. “And so let them. Empty-brained fools, they think of nothing beyond painting their faces and picking what dress to wear for the day. They’ll bear children and be forgotten in the vestiges of time. You…”
You. I did not have the capability to form the right words to say it then—and even if I did, I would never have, not to Yeshin’s face—but it shook me every time he said that, every time he said you and looked deep into me like he was molding me out of clay and breathing life into my lungs. As if, from the mere word alone, he was creating this image of him that would carry everything he ever was and everything he could never be. "
― K.S. Villoso , The Wolf of Oren-Yaro (Chronicles of the Bitch Queen, #1)