Violet
He was quiet, and I didn't know what to say.
Then, all of a sudden, I recalled a funny irony.
"I suppose the ideology you all live by works."
His head snapped toward me, confusion flickering across his features.
I smiled weakly, the expression feeling strange on my face. My voice came out dry, almost bitter. "Getting stronger through suffering. It seems that's the only way to really become powerful, doesn't it?"
Even as I said it, I felt the hurtful bitterness coiling in my chest. I had been tortured, broken, almost torn apart for me to have been able to unlock something to vast within me.
Was that still supposed to make it worth it?
"No."
I flinched at the sharpness in his voice.
