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What recourse do you have but to live?
And live, I would. Standing on the ice and letting the sun warm my face, the sky streaked with fire. Amid such desolation, I was filled not with loneliness, but with the knowledge that I was surrounded by life. A vast ocean beneath my feet, and beyond, a world teeming with creatures great and small, all with their place and purpose. A violent world, yes, but violence was only one piece of a complicated whole.
And in my vengeful pursuit, I had seen so little of it.
I drew in a breath, feeling the icy air like knives in my lungs, and opened my eyes, only to be assaulted by a riot of sound and color unlike any I had seen.
I stumbled, throwing an arm across my eyes. Pain shot through my body, a strange mechanical vehicle colliding with my hip and sending me careening through the air. I crashed into the ground, as solid as the ice had been but black and rough as rock. There were noises, a blast of a trumpet, and voices all about. I bared my teeth but stifled the urge to plow through them all. To seek vengeance on an attacker with no face.
And live, I would. Standing on the ice and letting the sun warm my face, the sky streaked with fire. Amid such desolation, I was filled not with loneliness, but with the knowledge that I was surrounded by life. A vast ocean beneath my feet, and beyond, a world teeming with creatures great and small, all with their place and purpose. A violent world, yes, but violence was only one piece of a complicated whole.
And in my vengeful pursuit, I had seen so little of it.
I drew in a breath, feeling the icy air like knives in my lungs, and opened my eyes, only to be assaulted by a riot of sound and color unlike any I had seen.
I stumbled, throwing an arm across my eyes. Pain shot through my body, a strange mechanical vehicle colliding with my hip and sending me careening through the air. I crashed into the ground, as solid as the ice had been but black and rough as rock. There were noises, a blast of a trumpet, and voices all about. I bared my teeth but stifled the urge to plow through them all. To seek vengeance on an attacker with no face.
