![]() ![]() That paragraph had never made more sense to him than it did right now. It is perseverance, acceptance of risk, and the unwillingness to surrender. Mettle is bearing up again and again under assaults. It said: The most marked characteristic of the Shotet people is directly translated as “armored,” but outsiders might call it “mettle.” It refers not to courageous acts in difficult situations-though the Shotet certainly hold valor in high regard-but to an inherent quality that cannot be learned or imitated it is in the blood as surely as their revelatory language. He’d had to read it through a translator, because it was written in Shotet, and it had been called Tenets of Shotet Culture and Belief. ![]() “Let go.”Īkos couldn’t help but think back to something he’d read in one of the books Cyra had put in his room on the sojourn ship. Like I had accepted the likelihood of death when I decided to kill my father, but now that I had my life, I wanted to. When she spoke, it was with gritted teeth. “I can hang on as long as you like,” he said. “What will happen when you let go?” she said quietly. The shadows looked like smoke, in the air, but they pulled back into Cyra’s body like dozens of strings yanked at once.Ĭyra’s odd smile was gone, and she was staring at their joined hands. ![]()
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