Her finger comes up, gently pressing against my forehead. "This is your greatest enemy, but it is also your greatest ally. You must first beat yourself before you can ever be a warrior." She drops her finger and steps back. "You are your greatest battle."
"There are bigger things in life than me, bigger things I have to face than me." I throw my hands up.
"That's your war, this is your training."
"I really thought you were going to say battle, that would have been the cherry on top of your speech."
"Your battle has yet to come, vspyl'chivyy," she snips, "now go. I cannot tolerate you any longer."
"You can't tolerate me?" I scoff, "I think you mean that the other way around."
"You can leave now."
"I think I will. And not because you told me, but because I want to!"
I don't even thin
