She looked to Cyrus, fighting with all he had not to get to Sorin but to get to her. His eyes were fierce as he locked them onto her own. “Fight!” he bellowed at her. “The stars are worth it!” She turned and saw Sorin struggling. Sorin, who had not left her, who had come for her every single time. Sorin, who had come down into the pits of hell for her, coming back every time she slipped and slid back in. Sorin, her light in the darkness. She flashed back to laying on a cold stone floor. She flashed back to another wicked grin of victory, of eyes delighting in her misery and suffering. Not
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