It took me a long time and most of the world to learn what I know about love and fate and the choices we make, but the
heart of it came to me in an instant, while I was chained to a wall and being tortured. I realized, somehow, through the
screaming in my mind, that even in that shackled, bloody helplessness, I was still free: free to hate the men who were
torturing me, or to forgive them. It doesn't sound like much, I know. But in the flinch and bite of the chain, when it's all
you've got, that freedom is a universe of possibility.
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Resonated quite deeply with me