“Lor, please.” Seis’ voice was hoarse, vulnerable in a way I hadn’t heard before. “It’s me. Of anyone still here, it is me you can talk to.” Of anyone still here. Because everyone else was gone. Jugs. Lyri. Gryf. My mother. My chin wobbled. I couldn’t bring myself to look at him. “I can’t.” “Why not?” he croaked. “Because it feels like I will die if I let myself feel anything.” I let out a slow, shuddering breath and smoothed back my hair with a trembling hand, trying to stand up straighter. “So I can’t.”
