‘Em …’ Creon whispered. ‘What is the bloody use of it?’ I sobbed, words a snotty, indistinguishable mess. ‘Why do I have these bloody powers if I can't even save people with them – if I can't even save … save …’ He carefully sat down, arms cradling me, lowering me into his lap. ‘Even if you can't be everyone's hero, that doesn't make you a villain, cactus.’ ‘I don't feel like a villain,’ I blubbered. ‘I just feel like a failure.’ ‘Oh, for fuck’s sake.’ His lips brushed the crown of my head, tender and chastising at once. ‘Emelin Thenessa, love of my life, you’re farther from a failure than
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