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everything in my body rebelling at the sentiment that civilians deserve to die because their leadership failed them, no matter who that leadership is.
“You don’t have to understand my choices. You simply have to survive. I love you enough to bear the weight of your disappointment.
Im gonna cry bro
“And why is it we’re not engaging?” someone from First Wing asks. “Because we’re spiteful,” Quinn says from behind me. “What was that, cadet?” Devera calls her out. Quinn shifts in her seat, but when I glance back, her head is held high. “I said because we’re spiteful,” she repeats, louder this time.
Quinn slay
“I left you and Mira here to fight this on your own once before, and I’ll never do it again.
Sobbing if one of them dies i swear
“How are you feeling?” I ask. “So scared I’m pretty sure either my heart’s going to give out or I’m about to shit myself,” Ridoc answers from her other side.
I turn quickly and gather her into a hug, and she grabs for Sawyer and Ridoc, yanking them in, too. “Don’t freeze,” I tell them. “No matter what happens, just keep moving. And stay in the air. They can kill you if they drain the ground you’re standing on. No one dies today.”
NO ONE CAN DIE I CANT DO LIAM 2.0
“I love you. The world does not exist for me beyond you.” Leaning down, he rests his forehead against mine. “I couldn’t tell you that the last time we flew into a fight, and I should have.”
Im gonna throw up this is so scary
“Aotrom!” Tairn bellows, and my stomach sinks. Ridoc.
NO
“I would have run faster.” She slips one of her alloy-hilted daggers free and hands it to me. “Looks like you’re missing one. I have another.”
No because she's making me like her
Most generals dream of dying in service to their kingdom. But you know me better than that, my love. When I fall, it will be for one reason only: to protect our children. —RECOVERED, UNSENT CORRESPONDENCE OF GENERAL LILITH SORRENGAIL
Im sobbing what the fuck
“She made a choice,” I whisper, but the tears falling down my cheeks aren’t quite as resigned, nor are the sobs racking Mira’s body, and the blank stare on Brennan’s face is anything but peaceful as he removes his flight jacket in slow, jerky motions and drapes it over Mom’s body.
This is fucked up
“Me,” he whispers, a faint, almost indistinguishable red ring emanating from his gold-flecked onyx irises. “You should be scared of me.”
GET FUCKED REBECCA TAKE THAT BACK RIGHT NOW
