No. Leave me alone. His hands went away. ‘He doesn’t want us to do this,’ Dutiful reported uncertainly. ‘I don’t care!’ Chade’s voice was furious. ‘He isn’t allowed to die. I won’t permit it.’ Suddenly, the words were louder, shouted right by my ear. ‘Fitz, do you hear me? Do you hear me, boy? I’m not going to let you die, so you might as well cooperate. Stop feeling sorry for yourself and fight to live.’
