And in the darkness,
in the seconds when light
was a distant memory,
her broken heart
still thudding painful half beats,
she whispered to herself
“I will survive this.”
and rose like a flame stronger
even from within her own ashes,
turning every tragedy
into a distant memory.                                                                                            -Nikita Gill, The Definition of a Phoenix

You can shout from the rooftops what a terrible person you think I am, it will never make it true, and it still won’t increase your value. And if you’re expecting retaliation, I’m never going to fall as low as you.
—  Nikita Gill, Slander and Lies