“I’m scared,” she whispered. And he wished he could take her into his arms and carry her away from all this. “What if we never find each other?” “I promise I will find you. I’ll always find you.” He turned to Hel. He pretended not to watch them, but he would be able to hear every word they said. His chin was held high and jaw tight. “Hel, will you forgive me?” “Forgive you?” Hel set cold, unfeeling, unflinching eyes on him. “No, but I too will promise to always find you, War, to torment you for the rest of time. You are no longer my brother.”
