My confidence was that of a person who knew. Nobody could ever again convince me I was a coward. It didn't matter what anyone said, anyone thought, or anyone claimed.
I knew what I was.
Jorgen and FM were out there somewhere. I should be helping.
"A man who speaks his mind," Kimmalyn sais solemnly, "is a man with a mind to speak of."
"Victorious warriors win first and then go to war, Sun Tzu had said."
"(...) But remember Spensa. You get to choose who you are. Legacy, memories of the past, can serve us well. But we cannot let them define us. When heritage becomes a box instead of an inspiration, it has gone too far."
"You aren't your father, Spin," he said. "Remember that."
But seeing Jorgen - normally so tall and imperious - slumped against the wall... I couldn't walk away.
He looked so vulnerable. So human. Spoiler(cliquez pour révéler)Losing Bim and Morningtide had been hard on me. I'd never thought about how it had been for their flightleader - the one who was supposed to keep us all out of trouble.
"I do feel things, Spin," he finally said. "Like right now, I feel incredibly awkward. I didn't ever think you were the hugging type."
I released the front of his flight suit, causing him to drop his arms. "You grabbed me first," I said.
"You were attacking me!"
"Lightly tapping your chest for emphasis."
"Sometimes, the answers we need don't match the questions we're asking." He looked up at me. "And sometimes, the coward makes fools of wiser men."
"Leave him alone, M-Bot," I said, settling into my seat. "Please."
"If you wish. My processors are busy anyway, trying to devise a proper joke about the fact that Rig is installing me a new butt. My logic circuits are arguing that the expeller I use for old oil is actually a better metaphoric anus."
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