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She smiles, And I can see it tug at the corners, almost as if she betrayed her own lips. They can’t see the life leaving her eyes, like i can. a mirror of trapped fears.
“You can rebel,” I tell her, “you don’t have to listen to them.”
“Listen to me,” she says softly, “You, you’ve got a little bit of revolution in your bones. A little bit of rebellion in your hair. All you’ve got to do is shake a little. Bravery radiates from you. It is not that I am afraid, not that I am weak, not that I am small. It is that I am obedient.”
“Disobey,” I plead, “Defy. Dare to fight.”
She smiles. “You are going to move mountains. You’ve got a spirit so wild, wind will be your home. Do not wait for me. I will not come. Fight to free your fate. Fight to free your soul. Fight for all the girls who cannot fight. Run now. Run home.”
“Come with me,” I plead one last time.
She smiles. “Some people were born for war. I am so sorry I was not built a soldier.”
