and the night is enormous. But I look up:
the stars write. Unknowing I understand: I too am written, and that this very moment someone spells me out ~octavio paz
Mako was different…She was steel, forged and folded, brought to a lethal edge and polished…and then left in a scabbard where she yearned to be drawn, to no longer be Sensei’s ornament. To be a weapon against the enemy that helped to forge her.