“Priscille,” Salim says. “Tell Niko . . . tell him everything we shared was real. Tell him . . . I love him.” Priscille takes a moment before she replies. “As you wish.” “Salim, there must be another way!” “I’m blessed to have known each of you. Thank you for all your help, for who you are. Use your freedom well.” After discarding his bracer tool, Salim takes one last breath, prepares to release his spell, and leaps.
