Character: Ira

Freedom is sacred. Freedom of mind is doubly sacred. This is worth fighting for, it's something to strive and take risks for the sake of it everything I have.

He chose as his weapons of pain and fear. He is stronger. More experienced. Faster and much better with magic. It can not be compared no one. He hasn't lost even once. And he knows it, and therefore pre-celebrating. However, its weapon will be not strength, because he is still stronger and resist openly - useless. No. Yesterday the Ira is well understood. So it won't try to fight with a sword. Will not shout or cry plaintively. Will not persist in trying to prove that we are stronger. Because he knows that it will lose. And, well, her weapon will be what he did not expect. Especially after what he did. Her weapon will be... humility. Humility. Obedience. Is that even a delight to experience from him he can't, because it makes sense to mock only those who are still trying to fight and something to hope for. And to bully a corpse is useless: when you do not see what you are doing hurts, it brings no satisfaction. And let it be so for him. Outside. On the surface. While in the depths... where he'll never get... will stay tiny, small, locked door, behind which is intact kept her true essence.

I will stand, - with unnatural calm thought the girl, realizing he would not allow himself to break. - I can take it. I can do it. I'll be able. I will close my hatred for the key in the farthest room, which is only there that he never felt. I will not let her break free. I will not let her bring me down. I'll tell her to go to sleep and will not Wake up until, until the time comes. And before that, I'll be quiet. Until then, I'll do what he says. I will kneel if he wants. I don't answer, if he hit me again. I'm only a shadow of the Ira that was previously. And I will never show him her pain because he too does not belong.

Secrets are like clothes: if there are too many, and the person is not visible, but if there are none at all, then interest is quickly lost. However, it so happens that you don't know who's more beautiful: the man himself or his secrets.

Yes, life was easier when we were throwing dirt.