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“But also . . . well, you and I will both be Lissa’s guardians someday. I need to protect her at all costs. If a pack of Strigoi come, I need to throw my body between them and her.” “I know that. Of course that’s what you have to do.” The black sparkles were dancing in front of my eyes again. I was fading out. “No. If I let myself love you, I won’t throw myself in front of her. I’ll throw myself in front of you.”
When your best friend is a kick-ass healer, you sort of don’t have to worry about those things.
Two guardians in a relationship could distract each other from the Moroi they were supposed to protect. We couldn’t allow that to happen, couldn’t risk her life for our own wants.
“You have to help yourself first,” I told her fiercely. “I don’t want you getting hurt again. I won’t let you.”
If I’d known what idiots being in love would make them, I might not have been so keen to get them back together.
“And I guess you guys are right. Better to want the magic and be sane than to have it and be a lunatic. There’s no middle ground.”
It’s worth it, worth giving up the sun and the magic. The magic.
Ms. Karp hadn’t become Strigoi simply because she’d gone crazy. She’d become Strigoi to stay sane. Becoming Strigoi cut a person completely off from magic.
It was a struggle, and he did want to die sometimes. But he overcame it. He didn’t let it defeat him.”
All it did was look at me like I was an idiot, spread its wings, and fly off.
