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You have your own light, little sun. So you must carry it with you when it grows dark.
We caged the woman he loves.
And there is no me without her.
“You rush to make plans and defensive strategies. Rush to prep and pack and travel. Rush to arrive at the place where you’re going to take your stand. But when all that rush is over, all that’s left is the wait,” he says, still looking ahead at the enemy army. “The wait is like a night that won’t end. You keep waiting for the sun to crest, but it doesn’t. So you gotta keep watching the horizon, because you know it’s coming, you know it’s inevitable, but the anticipation chews up your nerves and spits them back out. You don’t know when the wait is going to turn into something else. But it will.
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I’m whole again.”
“I love you, Slade,”
“Oh, Goldfinch. My love for you consumes every part of my soul. It’s in every word, every movement. With each morning that dawns and every night that falls. You are completely mine, and I am yours, and that is all I ever need in this life and all the others.” I kiss her forehead, tears burning in my eyes. “I love you, Auren.”
The golden nuggets that had fallen to the floor are gone.
They’ve already melted down and fused to the bottom of his shoes, though there isn’t a single blackened vein to be seen.
“Oh, that? That gold melted down right around the time you told us how you’d decided to help flesh traders sell children.”
“You thought you were worth more to me alive than you are dead,” I say as the rot in his throat thickens, decaying the windpipe with his next scraping inhale. “You’re not.”
“Your payment.”
Perhaps it just takes sitting at the edge of your world to find a little bit of hope.
“And that something that seems so cold can actually be the warmest thing you’ll ever feel.”
“A new dawn must rise.”
A queen. Gold-touched and blood-blessed. And for some reason, paired with me.
She burns brighter than anything else ever could.
The golden one who rules.
“I’ve always loved hearing you call me Goldfinch.”
“Fuck, you’re a good bird,” I say to him.
“I’m your assassin, remember? I’m in charge of your death. So if it has to be you, then it has to be me too, Queenie,” he says quietly. Heartbreakingly.
“You are the most important part of myself. So long as I have you, I’m whole.”
“But I am yours and you are mine, and I will always make sure that you get what you need.”
