In that moment, I let myself entertain the idea of just putting the sword down and lying on the ground. It would feel good to lie down, and really, if I’d lost everything,
who cared what this tiny homicidal person did
But just as quickly, I shut that thought right the heck down. No way had I survived demon attacks, and ghoul duels, and demonglass explosions to end up murdered by Raggedy Ann. Whether Mom was here or not, I was going to survive this.
whats the metaphor?
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