HIT ME LIKE A MAN

Quote:The ivory Queen declares that she can take care of herself and he does not doubt that. She is strong, sure of herself, and he appreciates that. He doesn?t appreciate the ache in his toes, but he understands her irate behavior. He?s a dick; he knows this. He doesn?t particularly care, but it is an explanation. ?I do not doubt it, dear, but it was a pleasure to keep your pretty face pretty a while longer,? he tells her. Too many battles and she would be as scarred up as any.
She dares to venture closer, her eyes staring into his. He does not back down, her challenge clear in his ears. ?Are you so blind?? he tells her in a whisper. ?Look at my size, at my abilities, liebling. What leader with good sense wouldn?t want me,? he says. There is a feeling of emptiness there, a sort of sad note in the tone of his voice that reveals a hint of vulnerability. He is nothing but a sword, an object. He is a warrior, and not the sort of man who anyone could ever fall in love with. He is a thing, and that is the sole weight of his worth.