Luneshale Pass hielo

another strip of flesh as he ate a meal intended for her; a gesture to show two things — one, he was capable of cruelty as easily as he was capable of kindness — and two, that the meat he brought was unpoisoned.

he wonders how much of her mind has melted under juarèz’s application of pharmaceuticals — the man may be callous, but he knows his trade well. soto knew better than to ever touch the stuff; at times, he saw a film clinging behind the eyes of practice subjects, and wondered if that was the last signal of a dying brainwave; a fantastic firework before lights out forever.

four fighters had advanced upon her, and she was somehow still alive. soto considers this news with amusement; either they were bad fighters, or she was a wicked one. before the leg loss, anyway.

he’s surprised they let her live. ¿por qué?