“I would die for her. If I’ve really died … I want to have died for her.” “And I,” said Rin, softly, “only want you to live for me.” “Rin,” she said, “I’m sorry. I want to be with you. But I was an elder sister before I was a wife, and for longer, and that’s a shape I can’t easily shake.” She looked at Agnes. “I can’t be alive on the other side unless I’m a swan. But can I be dead, and have a voice?”
