“Pay attention. Did you see how she looked at both of your archers before she dragged that one out? How she’s keeping an eye on the other? She knows she’s saving someone who would have killed her, but she’s doing it anyway. See, Sinna doesn’t stop to decide who deserves to be saved. She just does it. It’s who she is, how she thinks. She’s what you and I will never be, no matter how long we live. She is good.”
Sarge jerked to make a move.
Bryce caught his arm in a punishing grip and felt the bone creak just short of snapping. He could break it so easily; a few pounds of pressure was all it would take. Just a few more, and he could crush it beyond repair. But this wasn’t about him or his desire to make the man cry tears of blood. This was about Sinna.
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