Her stellar eyes blazed brighter.
"Do you know how many women across these Lands of Stone are treated unfairly by countless men every single day? Do you know how many women die because they said no to a man who believed himself entitled to their compliance? Do you know how many mothers have wept for daughters stolen in the night, how many sisters have buried sisters who chose death over dishonor, how many wives have been beaten for the crime of existing in a world that sees them as property rather than people?"
Her voice grew harder, colder.
"The grievances of women dead and alive could fill countless pages across stones that do not talk. The injustices committed against our kind are so numerous, so constant, so utterly mundane in their cruelty that most have simply accepted them as the natural order of things."
She turned her burning gaze back to her disciple.
