“Dead men tell no tales, which means I can tell you anything, and it will go straight into a grave. So it won’t hurt to answer your question. You want to know what I want?” I lean over and whisper into his ear. “I wanted them. More than I’ve ever wanted anything in my life, which is a hell of a fucking lot, by the way. But now, I need to forget I ever wanted them. I need to forget I was ever stupid enough to fall for competitive, heartless legacies.”
