“Tonight,” she whispered, her voice hoarse and defeated. “Azriel has asked me to collect my last death. What will happen after…with you…and me?” “You will be reborn.” “And you?” “I will get to watch you live,” he said, smiling, dreaming. “Will I see you?” “No, my ruin, to your luck you won’t. But I will be there. In the sun, the flame of a candle, city lights, and every single moon beam. I will always be with you.”
