“If the fire touches me…” “It won’t,” Sima said. “I won’t let it.” Priya closed her eyes. “Just you and your shield,” she said. “Come on, Sima. Don’t coddle me.” “Don’t underestimate my strength,” Sima said. “You and me, we’re going to be okay. We’re going to get through.” “If I don’t—” “Priya, no—” “If I don’t,” Priya said more firmly. “Then I want you to be okay. Don’t die for me. Whatever happens.” “You’re my best friend,” Sima said quietly. “Sima.” Sima squeezed her hand. “You don’t have time to argue with me right now.” She stood, in the shadow of their charioteer. Stared out at the
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