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Surrender broke her bonds.
Surrender broke her bonds.


Stasis wasn't the sum total of Darkness, any more than Arc was Light. It was an aspect—a shape and a tool. Every sword was made from iron, but not all iron was swords. Stasis was the tool forged by control and focus, and to her shame, she couldn't imagine what else could spring forth if any other force in the cosmos drove her forward like that singular need for control. What other abilities—what shapes and tools—could be forged by deference? Or compassion?
Stasis wasn't the sum total of Darkness, any more than [[Arc]] was Light. It was an aspect—a shape and a tool. Every sword was made from iron, but not all iron was swords. Stasis was the tool forged by control and focus, and to her shame, she couldn't imagine what else could spring forth if any other force in the cosmos drove her forward like that singular need for control. What other abilities—what shapes and tools—could be forged by deference? Or compassion?


What could she have done, she realized in dawning horror, if she loved and relied on Ana beyond the way she needed to control Ana?
What could she have done, she realized in dawning horror, if she loved and relied on Ana beyond the way she needed to control Ana?


Dread crawled up her spine, but she knew what she needed: allies beyond her control. Allies who were versed in Darkness as well as Light, who could take her secrets of Stasis to the Lightbearers at large. Teach a hundred or a thousand souls to forge iron into a sword, and just maybe, one will figure out how to make a ploughshare too. She'd never tried it before. It was something new.
Dread crawled up her spine, but she knew what she needed: allies beyond her control. Allies who were versed in Darkness as well as Light, who could take her secrets of Stasis to the [[Lightbearer]]s at large. Teach a hundred or a thousand souls to forge iron into a sword, and just maybe, one will figure out how to make a ploughshare too. She'd never tried it before. It was something new.


And perhaps Ana needed to know there was a place for her, saved on Elsie's ship.
And perhaps Ana needed to know there was a place for her, saved on Elsie's ship.