Mia Corvere személy
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“Cock is just another word for 'fool.' But you call someone a cunt, well…" The girl smiled. "You're implying a sense of malice there. An intent. Malevolent and self-aware. Don't think I name Consul Scaeva a cunt to gift him insult. Cunts have brains, Don Tric. Cunts have teeth. Someone calls you a cunt, you take it as a compliment. As a sign that folks believe you're not to be lightly fucked with.”
“Forget the girl who had everything. She died when her father did."
„Nothing is where you start. Own nothing. Know nothing.”
„But why would I want to do that?”
His smile made her smile in return.
"Because then you can do anything.”
How better to make us forget who we were, and shape us into what they want us to be?
Flawed as it might be in other’s eyes, this was her face. Mia wasn’t sure how she felt about these people taking it away …
Own nothing, Mercurio had said. Know nothing. Be nothing.
Mia breathed deep. Swallowed hard.
Because then you can do anything.
The boy stared at the hands that held his. “This is a dark road we walk, Mia.”
“Then we walk it together. I watch your back. You watch mine. And if I fall before the end, you get Scaeva for me. Make him scream. And I’ll swear the same for you.”
It was she who’d destroyed the Philosopher’s Stone. She who’d perpetrated the Truedark Massacre. Killed dozens of men on the steps of the Basilica Grande. Dozens more in the Stone itself. Fathers. Brothers. Sons.
She’d tried to murder Scaeva.
Tried and failed.
So much blood on her hands. So much power at her fingertips.
And she’d not even come close.
“We have work to do.”