The price of a life was a death. And perhaps I could have chosen that path if I could have chosen a soul worthy of death to take my place. But to pick between the ones I loved? To use the power of their love and grief for me to force a trade in our places? It was an impossible choice, and one I could never even consider making. I wouldn’t be the man she’d fallen in love with if I was capable of that. But not being capable of it meant this divide between us was eternal for however long she had in the living realm.
