Dravyn was quiet for another long moment, then asked, “You wanted to be with them?” “Of course.” “But did you want to be like them?” The question felt like another chisel carving away at the protective walls I’d erected around my heart. It took everything in me not to recoil, to answer it honestly. “I’m not sure. I never really felt like Savna. Though when she died, I….” I trailed off, absently running my hands along the selakir’s smooth coat. “Put down your daggers, you said. But honestly, sometimes I’m not sure if the blades I’m carrying are hers or mine. And if they’re hers, I feel like I…”
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