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Make it count.
even if death separated us, I would rip apart every world until I found you.”
“The male I fell in love with was you. It was you, who knew pain as I did, and who walked with me through it, back to the light. Maeve didn’t understand that. That even if she could create that perfect world, it wouldn’t be you with me. And I’d never trade that, trade this. Not for anything.”
“I didn’t waste any of it.”
A thread in a tapestry. That’s what it had felt like the night she’d left the gold for Yrene in Innish. Like pulling a thread in a tapestry, and seeing just how far and wide it went.
“The threads of fate weave together in strange ways,”
I feel like someone has ripped me from myself. Like I’m at the bottom of the sea, and who I am, who I was, is
we do have something worth defending. And because of that, we can overcome our fear. We can fight against them, to the very end. For our friends, for our family …” He squeezed her hand again at that. “For those we love …” He dared to look up at Lysandra, whose green eyes were lined with silver. “For those we love, we can rise above that fear.
“We are the Thirteen,” she said. “From now until the Darkness claims us.”
“Be the bridge, be the light. When iron melts, when flowers spring from fields of blood—let the land be witness, and return home.”
What if we go on, only to more pain and despair? Then it is not the end.
In every line and age mark. In every white hair. A life lived—together.
The pain of parting because of how wonderful it had been.
