Roma's words continued to sting in a discomforting way, helping Northern to realize he might have underestimated the journey of growth.
Correction was very difficult to swallow when he stood far superior than the corrector. However, every word she spat made more sense than he could make excuses for.
She was right. Or maybe she was right. And if she was right, would this be the last thing he needed? Would this make his life and goal meaningful even if he loses?
Northern silently scoffed at the thought. He didn't think so but trying was not going to break his bones at the very least. It could cost him a strain or two, but nothing he couldn't get over.
The perspective Roma offered, he welcomed it. He was going to find this thing called passion in the endeavor forward.
The girl was silent, she moved from corpse to corpse, closed her eyes and mumbled something beneath her lips.