( It was only those bonds that helped Jill survive with the Ironblood — bonds they were willing to exploit and manipulate. Yet Jill wouldn’t have traded them for anything, the bright lights in the darkness of the Iron Kingdom. The few things that cut through the walls she’d built, the numbness she’d surrounded herself in order to survive.
There isn’t much she would claim to have in common with the woman in front of her. But what she’s learned from Clive, what he learned from Cid — they have all suffered, they have all born the weight of their gift.
There is something there, not unlike a mirror. But she knows the path she chose. )
Jill Warrick. ( Jill says, flipping the knife in hand to hold it hilt first out towards the other woman. ) We haven’t met. But I have heard of you, Benedikta.
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There isn’t much she would claim to have in common with the woman in front of her. But what she’s learned from Clive, what he learned from Cid — they have all suffered, they have all born the weight of their gift.
There is something there, not unlike a mirror. But she knows the path she chose. )
Jill Warrick. ( Jill says, flipping the knife in hand to hold it hilt first out towards the other woman. ) We haven’t met. But I have heard of you, Benedikta.