He couldn't believe it. It wasn't him who had held the red hot, piece of iron to her skin. He put his head in his hands and let his frightening memories swirl through his head.
"You, who have all the passion for life that I have not? You, who can love and hate with a violence impossible to me? Why you are as elemental as fire and wind and wild things..." — Gone With the Wind
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