Caerlon is only nice if you think living in the bottom of a hollowed-out glass bottom boat is nice.

If you don’t ever want to go back. If you’re that kind of bitch.

Soldier is that kind of bitch.

She has a scar over her lip, right in the middle, splitting it like a cupid’s bow. Harlot has pretty, slivered silverfish scars crisscrossing all up and down her arms. Ghostly white—pale, like the moon.

Soldier’s scars are all ugly. She doesn’t have flesh that heals well. Her body is aggressive, scar tissue like an overachiever, knotted and red and welty as if daring the world to try to split it again.