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…“So tell me,” she began as they walked to the exam writing room, “is it worth all this struggle? You could have been a healer by now, with a university credential and friends your own age. Aren’t you sorry you missed that?”
She’d expected him to joke, or to be sarcastic, but he actually gave her question some thought. “The physical training, well, I couldn’t be a knight without it, and I started late. Nothing would change that. It’s true, at the university I never would have spent time with anyone so much younger than me. I would definitely have lost something then. These little fellows here aren’t always testing each other like males of my advanced years.” He bowed, and Kel smiled. “And I wouldn’t give up your friendship for all the healers credentials in the world.
Keladry of Mindelan and Nealan of Queenscove
from “Page”, by Tamora Pierce (via sarahniccolls)
I’m a paradox. I want to be happy, but I think of things that make me sad. I’m lazy, yet I’m ambitious. I don’t like myself, but I also love who I am. I say I don’t care, but I really do. I crave attention, but reject it when it comes my way. I’m a conflicted contradiction. If I can’t figure myself out, there’s no way anyone else has.