[It's not fear that climbs with its clawed fingers up Randvi’s throat until she's sick with it, but a useless and occasionally cruel anger. In the end, though, she feels like it's the same. What can they do except endure it?]
The heart and the head do not always align. There are things to fear here, but all we can do is try to shield one another from them.
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[It's not fear that climbs with its clawed fingers up Randvi’s throat until she's sick with it, but a useless and occasionally cruel anger. In the end, though, she feels like it's the same. What can they do except endure it?]
The heart and the head do not always align. There are things to fear here, but all we can do is try to shield one another from them.