“This. This is the Jija in her, making her thrash and shout and weep. She feels closer than ever to her father in this moment of utter broken rage.”

Jemisin you devastate me in new ways every day. This is the emotional splitting of child and parent, always incomplete because you can’t change what you’re made of. Understanding them, in some ways, because you came from them. It hurrtttsssss.