“We got you out. That’s a start. Patience, Tisaanah.” We? I got myself out. Serel got me out. And Vos paid for that with something more valuable than his life. It is not enough, I wanted to say. It is never enough. But I looked up at Zeryth with big eyes. “Patience,” I echoed, and the word tasted like blood and treason on my tongue.
FUCK ZERYTHHHHHH
