I’m an idiot. I’m an idiot. I’m a storm-cursed idiot!

You'll spend you days doing paperworks and being bored.

"You prefer women who could beat you up?" "Sure. It's a thing."

It was sad that humans were so burdened by always being in mateform.

The oppressive numbness, like a massive blanket pressing down, choking away her air, stealing her will.

Why? Why did this all have to be so horrible? None of it made sense.

I am growing so very tired.

She wasn’t really angry. Wasn’t really sad. Just... blarglegorf. Supremely blarglegorf.

Renarin started kneading the dough furiously.

I too have on occasion let myself be distracted by small-minded pettiness.

It became more difficult to ignore the part of her that whispered lies. That told her that because she was less capable in a few areas, she was worthless in general.

Are there any religions on your list that include the slaughter of noblemen as a holy duty?

What would life be like if he hadn’t turned into a failure and a disappointment?

I'm offended by everyone's presence.

Storm it, he thought. No. No, I gotta take this like Bridge Four. Arrow straight to the heart, but I can pull it out and heal.

Navani took a deep breath and shoved down another stab of frustration.

I do like being right though. It makes my stomach flutter.

Navani rested her head on the table to think about the profound scope of her failure.

You expect this to be a feeling-sharing party?

"Have you ever had to choose between two equally distasteful choices?" "Every day I choose to keep breathing."