Sighing, I look up at the mystery that is Mara. “I’m dying, aren’t I? Like truly, undeniably not going to survive this Plague?” A shadow of sympathy crosses her face. “Your body wasn’t meant to handle such power. I’m not sure how much time you have….” “Right.” I nod, again and again. As if that is all it takes for me to accept the consequences of what I’ve done for power. “Tell you what,” I start with a sigh. “I’ll remind you how to live if you teach me how to die.”
