Sigma Client - 4.11

“No,” she said again. But then she looked at her own hands—scars on the knuckles, a burn on the thumb. She didn’t remember earning them. But she felt the shape of them. Violence , her body whispered. Purpose .

“I know.”

Mira unbuttoned her sleeve. “That’s the point. A weapon that doesn’t know it’s a weapon is just a person. And a person can choose.” sigma client 4.11