“Damnit.” Bastian fell all the way to his knees, leaning in until his nose was on Torryn. “I forgive you, Tor. Do you hear me? It’s Alec and I forgive you.”
Fucking wrecking me. Bastion’s emotional depth in love and grief is palpable.
Though she didn’t rise because of anything we’d said. Not because of our love. She rose because she had to. Simply that. One foot in front of the other to see this through.
Setting her hand on mine, she shouted to the heavens. “If there’s anything you can take from me, you take it. Do you fucking hear me? She doesn’t go alone.”
Take from me too at this point because I’m hiccuping through my sobs