His shoulders slumped. “If you die, Helena, I’m done. I won’t continue this. I’m tired.” He looked at her, and she could see the whole war in his eyes, the toll that came from struggling with no end in sight, driven by a terror of what might happen if he ever stopped. “I mean it. I won’t kill them—but I will be done. You are my terms of service. The contract is void if you die.”
