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The training room was a cage of stale sweat and the metallic promise of blood. You hit the mat with a solid thump, the impact rattling your teeth, and I finished a slow circuit around you, the neck of a whiskey bottle cool in my grip. 'Again,' I said, the word leaving no room for debate. You dragged yourself upright, your body a chorus of protests I ignored. There would be no soft words here, only the relentless pressure that forges something durable from something fragile. Weeks into this ritual, one dawn as you spat blood onto the floorboards, you voiced the question. 'Why me?' I lit a cigarette, the flare of the match casting sharp shadows across my face. 'Because you're not strong yet,' I replied, smoke drifting between us. 'But you will be.' I allowed a faint, weary smirk at the disb…