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“People don’t understand the word ruthless. They think it means ‘mean.’ It’s not about being mean. It’s about seeing the bright, clear line that leads from A to B. The line that goes from motive to means. Beginning to end. It’s about seeing that bright, clear line and not caring about anything but the beautiful fact that you can see the solution. Not caring about anything else but the perfection of it.”
- Marco, Book #30: The Reunion, pg. 71 (by K.A. Applegate)
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The air in the greenhouse was almost muggy. Jade made a mental note to check on the moisture and temperature controls herself when she had a moment free. Outside this small green sanctuary, trees and blooms were preparing for dormancy. They were not quite on the cusp of winter just yet, but when each day seemed to pass in less than the known twenty - four hours, it was hard not to look too far ahead and swear the taste of fresh frost was already in the air. The wedding was just around the corner now. It was no time to play coy any longer.
With her arms crossed over her chest, Jade followed Vi about with her gaze, giving the other woman a pointed look as she tried to evade the question. It's taken her some immense effort to keep herself from feeling pity for the young heiress; she knew how Vivianne would despise it and, by extension, her. She, instead, turned her pity towards the tulips, watching as Vivianne poured and poured into the damp soil. It wasn't hard to imagine that outpouring as something other than water.
...SO, WHY ARE YOU PLAYING THE DEVIL'S ADVOCATE? / @rosetem, CONT.
The ghost of a smile appeared on Jade's lips. She fought against a full, smarmy smile; Lucille had suggested to her, recently and none too subtly, that she might try for a little sensitivity moving forward. Liam Quinn was a lot of things, but a devil, he was not. If she was an advocate for anything or anyone, it was their team and the sense of belonging it offered. " It's because we don't get along that you should believe me when I tell you that he does care about you. He wants to help, he just doesn't know how. " Jade reached out and gently laid her hand on Vivianne's wrist, prompting her to stop drowning the poor tulips. The pot was only a few seconds away from overflowing.
" Don't give up on yourself. And don't give up on him either. He would follow you to the ends of the earth, Vi, but only if he knew you wanted him to. Does that---- Am I making sense? "
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Carlos Ruiz Zafón, The Shadow of the Wind
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