My dearest nemesis—may we never make peace.
The war is the thing that keeps us alive. my dearest nemesis
But tonight, when the city goes dark and our armies of ambition sleep, I will think of you. The only worthy opponent. The only soul who sees me clearly and still chooses to duel. My dearest nemesis—may we never make peace
Not in the way others did—glancing over, scanning for threat or use. You looked . You took a seat across the café, folded your hands, and smiled like we had already met in a dozen different lifetimes. Each one ended badly. Each one was worth it. folded your hands
So no, I will never let you win easily. And you would despise me if I did.