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by feldman
He'd wanted to be more than a slave--but that isn't true, is it?
The opportunity he'd taken was to inflict pain for once instead of absorbing it, still thinking like a slave, still grabbing whatever he could; food, comfort, revenge.
Action unworthy of a warrior, of being his father's son--which isn't too frelling surprising because when did he ever agree to be either one? Still.
How can it hurt more to give pain than receive it?
He stands straighter, pulling against
the burn on his chest. He doesn't scratch, because the itch distracts him
from the ache underneath.