[He continues to struggle, his own hands reaching around her wrists, squeezing them to both remove them and bear the pain. The grip is tight enough to cut off the circulation. They vanish again, behind the turned over bench.]
[Graydon, about twelve years old, spars against his mother. He loses. Again and again. He can barely stand anymore. She tells him that his enemies will not show mercy, even when he's done, so neither should he.]
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[Graydon, about twelve years old, spars against his mother. He loses. Again and again. He can barely stand anymore. She tells him that his enemies will not show mercy, even when he's done, so neither should he.]