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“You face a hell you cannot outrun if what you sacrifice is not enough.”
You should probably tell Setsuna. The government knows you’re a target, but there’s a difference between wanting you and wanting to murder you.” “You want me.” “Yes, but there are some days you’re so bloody stubborn I think about murder. It’d be purely out of love though.”
“You’re why I’m getting gray hairs in my thirties.” “It makes you look distinguished.” “It makes me want to strangle you.”
“Come on. It’s hours until we need to meet with the mayor. Let’s get some sleep.” “Can we afford to?” Jono asked, thinking about everything that had happened and the fight still ahead. “I’m not letting you fight Estelle sleep-deprived. Get on the bed. You’re hugging me until I feel less murderous that she tried to execute you in an ambush.” Jono smiled wanly. “That’ll take more than a few hours.”
“You know nothing of worth. Our myths always end, in one way or another. Our lives ebb and flow with the prayers that sustain us and bury us. We are an echo of what we once were. Ethan will build his hell, but you must turn it into his Armageddon, his Ragnarök, his myth’s ending, because gods are never born or reborn easy, and dying is harder than you think.”

