Solitary
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Chapter 4: Blood
The sight of it sickened her, scared her, even though she was too strong to admit it. She could always overcome the urge to vomit or faint as she healed someone's wounds. Doing good helped her feel okay. Never again would she be the defenseless little girl who screamed at the sight of her crush's severed head (even though it was fake). Too many battles had left her heart and head quite separate from each other, and too many near losses had made sure she would never falter again. But the moment she was alone – she would collapse. Fragile flower.