Phoenix
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“I mean. Okay. Some people hurt me really bad. They took away the only person I cared about, before Todd. They killed her. And I’m not going to stop chasing them until they’re dead. I’m going to rip his heart out in front of his eyes and burn it to ash. The last thing he will ever see is my face, his heart in my hands, and I hope he feels the fear I saw in her face that night.”
She stopped and took a shuddering breath, trying to contain the fire inside that threatened to burst free. Sam’s anger was and had always been the one thing about her that made it impossible for her to be a real hero. Not like the stained glass woman at the bank robbery. Sam could never control her violence enough for that. As was evident by the heat emanating from her then.
“For years, it was the only thing I thought about. Revenge. I wanted to take his life and maybe then, maybe then the guilt would go away. Now, now I know that wouldn’t be the case. I’ve… started to soften, I guess. Love will take your edges away and smooth you out, at least in my experience. It was that way with Alice, and it’s that way with Todd, and Adelyn and Nat. They’ve softened my rage. And I… I like that. Maybe I’ll be able to work through the guilt and let it all go. Maybe I’ll go to Philly and rip his heart out still. Who knows. Who knows how this city will keep changing me, y’know?”
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