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06-10-2012, 08:39 PM
"Surprisingly, I know the feeling," Cecy told him. "Growing up, I was coddled, but not in the good sense; father ignored me, treated me as helpless. Sometimes- sometimes he would- hit, but fortunately he was not around much."
She paused, considering her words. "When I came here, I knew nothing; I think he sent me here to get me out of his hair more than anything else... well, a storm hit, and it was a disaster. I wasn't prepared, and I lost a lot of people. Were it not for the wolves, I'd be long gone.
"I never realized how harsh the outside world was before. Now I'd seen first-hand that even something as simple as a storm can take away everything. I didn't know how to fight, cook, clean, make things... all I could do was read, write, sing and do a little embroidery. So Phelan began to teach me; now, I can use a sword passably, clean things, make my own crude clothing, and make my own arrows, all in a few short weeks."
she paused again. "My point is, Victor, that if a pathetic aristocrat like me can learn, a survivor like you can most certainly do so; you're only useless if you let yourself be."
Harley laughed. "You know, this little island ain't half bad."
"Why do you keep doing that?" Star scowled in annoyance.
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