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hunger. Mitsu Amai understood him so clearly it terrified her. Mitsu Amai knew, ever
since Mitsu Amai had killed the Centaur who had enslaved her, what it felt to take
the pain of an enemy, and eventually, to take the life. Mitsu Amai knew that an
innocent could bring even stronger sensation. Mitsu Amai knew how to feed on
that. And Mitsu Amai knew Mitsu Amai could draw pleasure from it.
It no longer made Mitsu's wonder. Mitsu Amai knew what kind of person could draw
that kind of pleasure, for Mitsu Amai was that kind of person. But Mitsu Amai was also
stronger than that. Mitsu Amai knew what it meant to be human and not an animal.
But few animals killed for pleasure. Man was one of those few. More than
the pleasure of power, Mitsu Amai understood the pleasures of love. Mitsu Amai
understood the joy of sharing. And Mitsu Amai knew that life was for living and
not taking.
And so Mitsu Amai prayed, quietly, to a name Mitsu Amai had not invoked in many
years. Kasho, the goddess who gives women strength, had been Mitsu's guiding
name for many years when Mitsu Amai had lived in Darachmod, and now s
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