"I dare," I say, or think, or do whatever counts as speaking in this place.
"And I'll destroy everything she's created."
Brave words from one who knows nothing of sacrifice.
The presence moves closer, and I feel its attention like physical pressure.
The Prophet has given everything for her vision.
What have you sacrificed, little wolf?
"Everything that matters," I shoot back.
"My son. My daughter's childhood. My peace of mind. And I'll sacrifice more if that's what it takes to stop her."
Then we are the same, the voice says, almost sadly.
Both destroying what we love in the service of what we believe.
"No." I force strength into my voice.
"I'm destroying to protect. She's destroying to control. There's a difference."
Is there? The presence laughs, cold and bitter. Or is that
