"I have little doubt that when St. George had killed the dragon he was heartily afraid of the princess." – C.K. Chesterton, The Victorian Age in Literature
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"Why do you keep running from me?" Myka asked, liquid pain streaming down her cheeks. She and Helena shared a special connection, but the other woman was constantly pushing her away emotionally.
"You don't get it darling," Helena said, sadly. She stroked Myka's cheek and explained with regret, "I can face monsters and I can face magic. I can face demons and darkness. I can face a world of evil and villains, but I cannot face losing you."
"Is losing me so much worse than never having me?" Myka whispered, brushing her lips against the other woman's. "Stop being afraid."