Greatwater Lake she was afraid of dreadful prophecies

clinical, uncaring, intense. to me, being cowardly and illogical are close enough to being weak. he pauses. but i understand where you are coming from.
he prided himself on acting logically. on examining any situation and bleaching the untruths out of it. it was easy to mock people who acted with passion and unasked for emotion because there were so goddamn many of them. since when had the world been so full of bleeding hearts?
perhaps i will, he says, although the vision that has been replaying in his head over and over again is not of him asking her anything. it is of him muscling her face into water until she stops struggling. it will be a quiet fight. if he were human and had a gun he would use it. urias did not mince anything. what do you think you will say to her, when you find your sister? he watches his scarred reflection in the water, wavering.