“I am Everest Arcadia,” I panted, the exertion it took to move exhausting me. “I am vengeance.” I dragged myself another few inches. “I am retribution.” A few inches more. “And-” I took a heavy breath, glancing up at him where he crouched, his hounds growling at me as I lay a trembling hand on his arm and drove my nails into it, marking him with a bloody scratch. “-I choose my own death.”
