*winces*

[rj_anderson]

“The scratches on your back, tear for tear, throb for throb, blood for blood, were equal to the stripes laid on the back of your stepmother’s slave because of the drugged sleep you cast upon her. You needed to know what it felt like.” (Aslan to Aravis, in C.S. Lewis's The Horse and His Boy).

All I can say is that this quote is feeling uncomfortably pertinent right now.