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“My understanding? I knew him better than my own soul. He may well have been my soul, for what little I am worth without him.”
He wanted to look at her like he wanted to breathe, like she was breath and he was drowning, and every moment of his not looking was a struggle towards the thing he most needed.
“Forgive my language, but”—his eyes were as steady on hers as the clasp upon her wrist, his mouth suddenly full of smiles—“fuck the world. I will change it for you if I have to.”
“It was not a betrayal of me for you to do what you needed to save yourself.”
