“You don’t have to go gently,” Mara practically blurts. I’ve never seen someone so softly flustered. “Die how you wish. I will catch you, however you fall from your lifeline.” I ponder this. “Is it easier for you? If I do not struggle?” “Infinitely.” “Then it is decided.” My gaze lifts to the stars above. “I will go gently. For you.”
