SO SPEAKS THE champion , so laughs the inquisitor ; a brief , bitter thing . indeed , the world always seems to be one punch away from collapsing , one bruised knuckle away from a fracture that won’t heal . all of them spitting out blood & standing back up just to do it all over again . a feral yearning in the heart to be vicious / victorious . fools & devils . what does that make her , she wonders , what does that make the both of them ━
❛ mm . & at which end of the spectrum do you fall , lady hawke ? a comfortable median perhaps ? ❜