He wipes the cloth down my nose, freeing it of blood before flicking the tip with his finger. “Everyone loses themselves to something. So make it worthwhile.” I let him tilt my head in the dim light. He dabs gently at a bead of dried blood clinging to my temple. “And what did you lose yourself to?” “Duty. Loyalty.” His lips quirk. “A silver-haired pain in the ass.” I lean back on my palms, studying him. “And you think that’s worth it? Losing yourself to an Ordinary?” As he drops the cloth from my face, I can’t quite read his mixture of emotions. “Between the two of us, you’re the only one who
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