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"I do not understand why you will always want to fight. Look what they did to you," she says when she pastes out a portion of the cream and begins spreading it around my ribs with the tip of her fingers.
"I did worse to him, Princess."
"Is not something to be proud of," she says, sounding disappointed.
"I've always fought; that's how I know to live." She has no idea, so she can't judge me by it.
She stops and glances back at me. "Why?"
Her eyes are glossy, with subtle desperation in them.
"Maybe because we only have ourselves in this life."
She shakes her head, chewing her inner cheeks again, but this time not because she is blushing, but because she looks sad. "When you love and are loved, you are never alone—"
She can never convince me of that, so I cut off the tale tol
