“Today, we’re creating memories,” I said around the lump in my throat. “Memories we can hide away and cherish. Memories we can take out and examine as we march toward battle. Memories that might briefly keep us warm on the loneliest, coldest nights if we lose all of this.” Lorian’s gaze burrowed into me, and I shrugged self-consciously. “I’ve heard… I’ve heard that when you die, your memories make the dying a little easier. That those memories play through your mind and give you some comfort. If that’s true, and the fates decide it is my time, I hope those memories include this day.”
