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Message: <blockquote data-quote="James Heard" data-source="post: 4096414" data-attributes="member: 7280">Janis snorts before replying with her voice as dry and as sharp as a razor blade."Says Marot, who clings to a piece of stonework like driftwood to the drowning to ease his personal darkness? Do you doubt my will? Is it not implacable? I would think a savage such as you would understand, Marot. Is not the fire that twists inside you both light and shadow? Why then, do you fear your darkness?""When my days here are done then done with them. I'll not hide from my darkness while it wards me though, and if need be I'll call upon every black tool possible to win these people their freedom. You folks of the flame cling to candles, but day and night are not mere reflections of another but the same path. I'll not shy away from my winter. Not now, when my soul just now sees a hint of Spring in the future.""Indeed, I have grown discontent with my brothers and sisters in Winter; but if any wisdom at all is to be found in their words it is that all great victories arise from suffering and sacrifice. If I play a deadly game then does everyone, and the deadlier the game the sweeter the reward.""Return to your prayers and tend your own soul, Marot. It lacks a peace that I cannot give you, and your worries do no more than trespass my destiny."</blockquote>