"There's a difference between weakness and misfortune. We have no choice but to play the hand we've been dealt. You were dealt bad luck and a rotten mother, neither of which you could change. I of all people should know what a poor parent is..." Kaistern closed his eyes and hugged her a little tighter. "None the less, I can think of several examples to the contrary. Would a weakling freely live amongst a race of creatures known for violence and destruction? Would a weakling freely spend her time with a man that had once shown an unstable mind and was prone to bouts of extreme violence? Would a weakling continue to spend her days with that same man despite what the general public thinks of her and her kind? Most sane men would flee the circumstances you've been placed in. Why live such a risky life when there's virtually no pay off? Why bear such torment when the safer life is easier to hold onto? You're stronger than you think, Ophelia. You've just put up with so much up to this point that you believe the very idea to be nothing but a mirage. But it's impossible to tell a mirage from the real thing until you start to walk towards it.
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