[ And princesses, and children, and stupid commonfolk who think that the stories are in the heroes' favor all the time. Robin should be here instead of her, she thinks; he gets his sister back, and she gets a target painted on the back of Red's lovely red cap—
That she stole, and wears under her jacket, because there's nowhere else she trusts to hide it in. So perhaps she half-deserves to be here, too. ]
I mean, how do you know if you love someone? How is love different from just wanting everything they have, bones and organs included?
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[ And princesses, and children, and stupid commonfolk who think that the stories are in the heroes' favor all the time. Robin should be here instead of her, she thinks; he gets his sister back, and she gets a target painted on the back of Red's lovely red cap—
That she stole, and wears under her jacket, because there's nowhere else she trusts to hide it in. So perhaps she half-deserves to be here, too. ]
I mean, how do you know if you love someone? How is love different from just wanting everything they have, bones and organs included?