“You must go quickly. It’ll be dawn soon, and we can’t risk being found out.” “I’m not leaving you.” “Quint. Corrick needs you—” “No, Harristan.” He takes my hand. “You need me.” Of course he would say it now. This time my eyes go blurry with tears, and he steps closer, his finger gentle as he brushes them away. “No time for tears. There’s work to be done.” “You’re right,” I say, and I tug his hand.
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