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Having lived so long in the uncompromising sunlight of Hilo’s love, the absence of his affection was a lifeless and unending winter.
“Kaul Shaelinsan, Weather Man of No Peak,” she said, “you can fuck off and die.”
The most honest prayers were inspired by terror.
Now, though… I’m thankful you’re not a Fist, Andy. I need—” Hilo’s voice faltered. “I need one of my brothers to live.”
She was afraid but no longer panicked. She had been killed before.
“I miss him,” Niko whispered. “I loved him, and sometimes I think I hated him. I’m nothing like him and don’t want to be. Yet somehow all I want is to live up to him.”
