Greatwater Lake she was afraid of dreadful prophecies

scylla's sister did not much remind him of his own. in his memory, tzila was petulant and prone to brooding, sensitive like a bruised peach. she had never literally bit back until the day that she'd left— he couldn't begin to fathom why that was so. what pushed her past that tipping point? so immature. so vulnerable to emotion, that poor thing.
that was why she could never be his equal.
squinting thoughtfully, he says what she is thinking: jealousy, i'm sure. she was always weak in that way.
that was why he'd transformed into diamond while she'd crumbled under the pressure.
a childhood of tough love like me, he exclaims, throwing his hands up, look at me. i turned out fine. what the hell happened in her head. the fact of the matter was that urias had not turned out fine, but that was a different story altogether. what mattered was that she had let her emotions control her. he would never allow that to happen to him.