“Em, please,” she said, gasping. “You don’t belong down here,” Em murmured in her ear. “You never did. Maybe I do, but you deserve the sun. Gyre, please, stay with me.” “I belong with them,” Gyre whispered, struggling to stand, to look back. “This is why you couldn’t let go. It wasn’t your fault. It was never your fault. It was always the cave.” “The cave is just a hole in the ground,” Em said. “It never deserved any of you.”
