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Beau hits the wall again and again and again, until she loses track of how long she's been at it and how many bones she's fucked up. She doesn't care, can't care, about that. She's stuck in this loop of anger and hatred, and it's all directed at her parents. How dare they send her away and then just replace her. It hurts worse than any damage she is doing to her hands as she pounds away at the stone wall.
It's almost soothing, the sound of flesh against stone. She just keeps hitting the walls of her room at this shitty Colbalt Soul dormitory. She hates it here, hates herself for not being the daughter her parents wanted, fuck, for not being the son they wanted. Everything would be a helluva lot easier if she'd been born what they wanted.
But she ain't a boy and she ain't a lady, so fuck them and fuck these shitty monks. She'll just keep hitting things until something breaks. She wonders if it'll be her or the stone first.