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“Hold on, Cara. I care.” She smoothed the Mord-Sith’s hair back from her clammy forehead.
“I care. We want you to live.”
Kahlan squeezed the quaking women, as if trying to squeeze her words, her concern, into her. It occurred to her that Cara wasn’t so different from herself; Cara was trained to hurt people. When it all came down to it, Kahlan was much the same. She used her power to destroy a person’s mind. She knew that she was doing it to save others, but it was still hurting people. Mord-Sith hurt people, but to them, it was to help their master, to preserve his life, and that in turn was to save the lives of the D’Haran people. Dear spirits, was she no more than this Mord-Sith she was trying to bring back from madness? Kahlan could feel the Agiel hanging around her neck pressing against her chest as she held Cara. Was she a sister of the Agiel in more ways than one?”
-Temple of the Winds

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“Hold on, Cara. I care.” She smoothed the Mord-Sith’s hair back from her clammy forehead.
“I care. We want you to live.”
Kahlan squeezed the quaking women, as if trying to squeeze her words, her concern, into her. It occurred to her that Cara wasn’t so different from herself; Cara was trained to hurt people. When it all came down to it, Kahlan was much the same. She used her power to destroy a person’s mind. She knew that she was doing it to save others, but it was still hurting people. Mord-Sith hurt people, but to them, it was to help their master, to preserve his life, and that in turn was to save the lives of the D’Haran people. Dear spirits, was she no more than this Mord-Sith she was trying to bring back from madness? Kahlan could feel the Agiel hanging around her neck pressing against her chest as she held Cara. Was she a sister of the Agiel in more ways than one?”
-Temple of the Winds