dancing after death

phoebe Sleep and I shall soothe you, calm you, and annoint you He throws the past in her face, seemingly without warning. And once, it would have made her crumble and falter. He would have won, right then and there. And he knew it certainly, or he wouldn't have tried. But Phoebe did not falter. She remained steadfast as her name, looking up at him warmly with wide honeyed eyes, his attempt at a strike glancing off her with ease. "A lot of things are different, but most importantly I am." she said simply. The way her life went, she did a lot of growing in a short period of time all too often. This was no different. Just as she did not fall apart with ease as she once did, she had long since let go of her anger.