Cara never feels more alive than when she's fighting. It doesn't matter who, it doesn't matter how injured she gets, when she blood is up she feels immortal.
Her nightmares are never about fighting, are never about pain. She wakes up gasping with her head thick from scenes of an ordinary life, where two children look at her with utter trust and soft skirts sway about her legs.
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Her nightmares are never about fighting, are never about pain. She wakes up gasping with her head thick from scenes of an ordinary life, where two children look at her with utter trust and soft skirts sway about her legs.
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