“Terra. Terra, you’re okay… You—” He examines me with weary eyes. “You’re alive.” An easy grin spreads across my lips. “No thanks to you.” He visibly flinches and his brows pull together with fierce torment. I don’t let him have a moment of reprieve. “You know, I was hunted down in the forest after we went our separate ways. I was stabbed by an assassin, only saved by the Shadow in my veins and a fickle thing called fate. I died that night, Finn. The Terra you knew is dead.”
