“You asked me questions. You asked whether it had been worth it.” He smiled through his tears. “You asked whether I could feel the part of your soul that you bestowed upon me. You asked if I could ever forgive you…” He shook his head, as if he couldn’t quite believe why she would ever ask such things. But she had, and he would answer. “Yes. To everything except your plea for forgiveness. It’s me who should ask it of you. You died for me, gave up the promise of happiness so that I would live. How can you ask whether it was worth it?” Lássira smiled, voice nothing but a whispered emotion,
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