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how is something light ever to survive against the shadow of the things I’ve done?
Mirren and I aren’t done, which means I am not done. There is so much more I want from this life, even if I have to wring it out with my bare fucking hands.
I breathe fire as I call my power back to me. It rolls across my tongue, but I swallow it down gulp by gulp until I can feel my human body once more. I coil all of its fury back in my chest where the only person it can burn is me.
Because I am a son of the Darkness, and I knew too well there was no world in which we’d be allowed to live peacefully; no world in which the goodness wouldn’t be stolen from us at some point. So every time I touched her, every time I took her lips beneath mine, it had been desperate. If I’d lived in the present, treated it more gently, would I still have it? Or should I have held on even tighter, with claws and fists?
I’ve never treated her delicately—there is no soft way to hold onto a current that pulls you home.
Those who doom others will in turn doom themselves.
Until I am the elements.
With one final push, the last piece is unearthed from beneath the red square of Similis.

