What if we go on, only to more pain and despair? Aelin had smiled at his question, posed on that rooftop in Rifthold. As if she had understood, long before he did, that he would find this pit. And learn the answer for himself. Then it is not the end. This … This was not the end. This crack in him, this bottom, was not the end. He had one promise left. To that he would still hold. It is not the end.
