“I want you to stay with me,” Wist said into my hair. Her voice broke and broke again. “I want you to love me.” There were no words in the bond. But the bond told me she was talking to me, the me holding her right now, not the old me who had died a lifetime ago and gone deaf to her cries. Don’t leave me, she said. I deserve to be alone for the rest of eternity. But please don’t leave me alone again.
