Chapter fourteenPepper –
They say a brave man is the one who can look the bullet in the eye without flinching even when he knows he’s the one who’s about to die.
I say a brave man is the one who realizes that’s not bravery, that’s blind frozen terror. The brave man is the one who doesn’t lie to himself and can accept that he’s scared of dying.
And the truly brave man is the one who looks death in the face and isn’t afraid of what might be on the other side without having to fool himself with some sort of blind faith in someone else’s delusions. Or his own, for that matter.
What are we afraid of anyway?
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They were a quarter of the way between the edge of the obsidian plain and the black triangle when the silent hovering craft rose a hundred meters vertically and a line of white
