“I’m Saeris. I’m an Alchemist. I—” We know who she is, the quicksilver hissed. She is the dawn. She is the moon. She is the sky. She is oxygen in our lungs. “I—” I didn’t know how to respond. Why would it say that? I was the dawn? The sky? Oxygen? I shook my head—there was no time to waste on puzzles. “I want you to leave Fisher,” I rushed out. “Leave him?” the quicksilver asked in a quizzical voice. “Yes. Leave him. His body. I want you to come out of him. I’ll strike a deal with you—” “We cannot leave him. We are him.
