So you must choose: to have a part of me that will never be enough for you or have none of me.” “That is no choice,” Ludo said, and his words chipped at her heart. “I won’t leave you. Not ever. I would choose a single ray of your light over the entirety of the sun’s warmth.” She knew she wasn’t worthy of that, only that she could try to be worthy. “Then fight with me. And if I die, keep on fighting. Can you do that?” “I can. I will.”
