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“He’s loyal to us,” said Will. “Is he?” Cyprian’s voice was hard. “Don’t forget that he was reborn to serve the Dark King.” “I never forget that,” said Will.
he felt good knowing that he had achieved an exacting standard, even if he was doing it for ghosts.
“If someone’s going to do it,” said James, “I want it to be you.”
What was James’s decision to follow Will if not echoes of his former life?
He thought—true death is to pass out of memory. It doesn’t come when you die. It comes when your name is spoken for the last time.
It was sickly pleasing, even as at the same time he was jealous: a violent jealousy of his former self. He wanted to be the one James had made his vows to.
“Take what was his. Prove you’re not afraid. And that nor am I. We have the night,” said James. “One night, before the end of the world.”
They were his own words echoed back to him. His orders, he thought sickly. James looked like himself, but he wasn’t James. He was no more than a mirror of Will’s desires, and it was terrible to see them so starkly reflected.
Why did it take me so long to realize
