“I know someone like that,” I told him. “He couldn’t fight for the life he wanted until he was forced to fight alone. He held on to his friends and to his sister so tightly, he almost killed us, because in that moment, he couldn’t bear to see us leave, and he would’ve rather seen us dead.” Aydin’s gaze faltered, and I knew something was finally cracking in there. If he wasn’t careful, he was going to die here. Alone. “Did you ever forgive him?” he asked, his tone gentle for once. “Family does.” He blinked, something churning in his head. “But he had to submit.” The corner of my mouth quirked.
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