Chapter 30 – Amari
Chaos.Before this moment, I never truly understood the word. Chaos meant Mother’s screams before a luncheon. It meant the scramble of oloyes to their gold-lined chairs.
Now chaos surrounds me, pulsing through every breath and heartbeat. It sings as blood splatters through the air, snickers with delight as boats explode into oblivion.
This could be compared to a war, many people have died because of wars, and other people still having war shocks.
Now it takes everything to gain control. No matter how hard I fight, the risk of feeling Zélie’s pain lingers. A constant and growing threat.
(Why is thinking about the truth a “threat”?)
“Your people, your guards. They’re nothing more than killers, rapists and thieves. The only difference between them and criminals is the uniforms they wear.”
With that, she disappears. Her quiet footsteps fade into the silence.
In that moment I realize how wrong I’ve truly been.
It doesn’t matter if I’m in her head.
I’ll never understand her pain.
This could be compared to / A message I take from this scene is

