“Stop.” Fisher held up his hand as if it were a shield. “Don’t… say that. Just, please don’t say that.” He had been annoyed, mad, irritated, turned on, and a million other things in front of me, but he’d never been afraid before. “The quicksilver pushed those words into my mind when you forced me to hold it back at the Winter Palace. What do they mean?” I asked, stepping toward him. He stepped back at the same time, shaking his head. “It’s better if you don’t ask. I can’t tell you anyway, so just… don’t.”
Bro come on stop being so tormented and secretive
