[He has a point. That had been their agreement. That she would owe him a boon in return for his help in learning to harness magic. And it had been successful. Every time she returned to the clearing, she noticed her small flame grow. It's taken time, patience, but she's been successful.
Maybe fire isn't all that impressive. But she still can't think of any worse physical pain than a burn. And if it's another way she can help to protect Prim? That's all that matters.
She doesn't want to do this. Not at all. Because suddenly, she's reminded of the women and girls who would line up in front of Peacekeeper Cray's home to sell themselves in exchange for the extra grain or oil their families needed. How she could have easily been one of them had she been a few years older when her father died.
Is this the same thing? She doesn't know. But Prim, she knows, is worth anything.]
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Maybe fire isn't all that impressive. But she still can't think of any worse physical pain than a burn. And if it's another way she can help to protect Prim? That's all that matters.
She doesn't want to do this. Not at all. Because suddenly, she's reminded of the women and girls who would line up in front of Peacekeeper Cray's home to sell themselves in exchange for the extra grain or oil their families needed. How she could have easily been one of them had she been a few years older when her father died.
Is this the same thing? She doesn't know. But Prim, she knows, is worth anything.]
Okay.