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~Lisa's POV
"I can't feel anything again," I said weakly, staring down at my trembling hands. "It's like… something inside me just went silent."
Lira looked at me for a while, her face calm, her smile gentle but mysterious. "That's possible," she said softly. "You're still learning to understand yourself, child. Power like yours doesn't always stay quiet. It only hides when you're not ready."
I frowned a little, confused. "Not ready? But I've been through enough already, Lira. I've lost people, fought for my life, and run from everything that hurt. If that doesn't make me ready, then what will?"
Lira chuckled softly, her voice sounding like a song carried by the wind. "Pain doesn't make you ready, my dear. It only makes you aware. But readiness… readiness is when you accept what that pain made you become."
I stared at her. "Then maybe I'll never be ready," I whispered.
