“If I stay, it won’t be for allies,” Priya admitted, her voice all rough from crying, from the raw feeling inside her. “That’s… that’s not why I’d stay.” It would be for Malini. For this selfish, desperate thing Priya felt that she’d confessed in all its awfulness and ugliness to Malini, lying in her arms with flowers growing through her skin. “You can stay for more than one thing, Pri,” Sima said. “It doesn’t make you a bad person if that’s true. Besides, I’m not staying just for allies, or an army.” “No?” “No.” Sima rubbed the back of her own hand over Priya’s tear-stained cheek. Her
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