“What good is being the God of the Dead if you can’t do anything?” She sounded very much defeated as she looked away and took a shuddering breath. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean that.” He gave a humorless laugh. “You meant it,” he said, one hand pressing against her cheek so she would look at him once more. “I know you don’t want to understand why I can’t help, and that’s okay.” “I just…don’t know what to do,” she whispered. “Lexa isn’t gone, yet you mourn her. She may recover.” “Do you know that for certain? That she will recover?” “No.” He saw no reason to lie. The truth was, even Lexa did not
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