Chapter 82 The Weight Of Silence Two

• My heart stuttered in momentary panic as I recalled that moment of blind irrational rage that had my hands around Khalid's head. The voice in that moment. It felt like it took advantage of my unrest and pushed me to hurt someone.
• What if it repeated itself in this seemingly innocent spar? What if I blur the lines between learning defense and wanting to hurt someone?
• I sighed, pushing myself up so I was sitting beside her. “Maybe. It's just.” I hesitated, searching for the right words. “I don’t want to lose myself in the urge to win. I feel like there's a part of me that might take advantage of that and hurt someone,” I paused, looking right at her. “Badly.”