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OMG, I’m really upset about Iphigenia, how could he!? I’m mean, to kill your own daughter? For fair wind? WTF! (｡•́︿•̀��)

I didn’t know if I loved her or hated her, or some curdled mixture of the two, but I needed that poise for myself. I needed her confidence; I needed to move through the world with the placid certainty that everything I did was right, just as she did.

But somehow, this stranger’s pain made me flinch. Perhaps it was that I could see through to the very centre of him, his beating heart exposed to me, mirroring mine. The shriek of agony in our souls, that could only be soothed by one thing. Revenge.