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Reyna never feared pain, she was the one who inflicted it. Pain made her sharper, stronger, untouchable.
Until Sage.
The healer, the saint, the one who was never meant to harm. And yet, she alone could wound Reyna in ways no blade, no bullet ever could.
It started when Killjoy fell in battle, and Sage was forced to bring her back.
Reyna’s world narrowed to that single moment, the way Sage’s knees struck the ground, the tremor in her hand, the quiet flinch when her fingers brushed against the jade on her own skin.
Reyna dropped beside her, steadying her by the arm. But Sage pushed her away... pride, pain, or both. She didn’t want Reyna to see her like that.
But Reyna already had.
She saw the exhaustion behind those calm eyes, the grief that even light couldn’t mend.
And it hurt.
God, it hurt more than any wound she’d ever taken.
Why does it hurt more to see her in pain than to bleed myself?