“The cold would numb pain, swallow my sickness, leave everything calm and sharp-edged and rational and clear. I could lean into that power. forget this pain, at least for a time but somewhere deep down inside my guts, there emerged a solid, unalterable realization of truth:
Somethings should hurt.
Some thing should leave you with scars.
Somethings should hunt your nightmares.
Some thing should be burned in my memory.
Because that was the only way to make sure they would be fought. It was the only way to face them. It was the only way to cast down the future agents of death and havoc before they could bring things to this.The words never again mean more than some people than others.
—Jim Butcher
(only slightly out of context)
