“It doesn’t really take your pain away,” Rua lamented. “It helps,” Renwick snapped. “It doesn’t help!” Rua shouted at him, drawing his eyes back to her. “You can change your crest a hundred times over and carve as many bloody roses on that castle as you want, but poisoning yourself will never bring you peace.” “Why do you care, Rua?” Renwick growled at her. “Because I do,” she yelled. “Why?” His shouting rose to match her own. “Because I care about you, Renwick, damnit!” she hissed. “That’s what you wanted to tell me that day in Raevenport, isn’t it? That you care about me too?” Nodding, he
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