[ It makes sense. Of course it makes sense. There's no point in dying senselessly. Fred, Stan, Anne, Gladys, Mr Pennyfeather - all of them had died senselessly. Never having landed a nick on the Empire. And Kitty, she'd been ready to do the same, to die with her knives in hand, drawing what blood she could from the werewolves on her tail. But it's not right, and it's not good. It's better to fight smart, to wait for the right moment. But sometimes she feels the frustration so keenly that it might tear her apart, that she wants to go and hurl herself on the slavekeepers of Tevinter and hit them because it'll be worth it to die like that and not have to feel this frustration and rage any longer.
But it does no one any good. No one. Not even her. ]
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But it does no one any good. No one. Not even her. ]
How d'you keep your calm?