And I needed all of me to be on the same page to get it done.
I’d been hurt. But even hurt, I wasn’t weak.
I’d suffered loss. But in losing, I hadn’t become less.
Pain had subsumed me in fire. But the fire had not destroyed me.
I remained.
Changed, perhaps.
But I remained.
In the face of evil, of the heartless calculations of power, in disaster and destruction and death and chaos, I had screwed up, but I had survived.
Now it was time to learn.
Time to be made strong by what I had faced.
Time to live.
-Jim Butcher Twelve Months
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