"Rose?" "Yeah?" "That . . . was that what it was like when Lissa changed me?" "More or less." "I didn't realize . . . it was . . ." He struggled for words. It was uncharacteristic. "The way that light filled the room, the way she changed. Seeing that life emerge from death . . . it was . . ." "Beautiful?" He nodded. "Life like that . . . you don't—no, you can't waste it." "No," I agreed. "You can't."
