‘No. I mean, don’t repair my face. Give me a new one. One that is all of me.’ For a mercy, she did not ask him what he meant by that. She only asked, ‘Are you sure?’ He pondered a moment. ‘I think…I do not want to be a dragon. That is, I do, but I wish to be both of them, if I must. And yet to be Paragon as well. To be, as you said, three merged into one. I want…’ He hesitated. If he said it and she laughed, it would be worse than death, as life was always sharper and harder than death. ‘Give me a face you could love,’ he quietly beseeched her.
