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Like shock therapy, I subjected myself to the pain of this terrible memory. I flagellated myself on it. I would throw myself into the helixes of skulls, the close encounter with pure Death itself. So smoking and so thick, I could taste it on my tongue. Every time I threw myself in and panicked and exited forcefully, I would make Majordomo subject me to it and throw me right back in. There was no cowering this time. It as unacceptable to grow anything less than tolerable to it, and use that to make way for fearlessness.
I felt my heart throbbing in my chest, but I did not stop.
I faced my fear of the Dark, and like a sword with a whetstone, I sharpened my edge on this fright. Until I could face this fear unflinching.
I grew.
