Perhaps with him, as Agoston believed, the god of beginnings comes also, joined twins unsplit. For once, I’ll wait for them like a child learning patience, like a child learning trust. I’ll apologize for my foolishness in misunderstanding and dreading the Dark One for so long. It turns out that I did make a deal with him: the taking of anything sets into motion its eventual loss; nothing that is can resist becoming what was; to begin presumes the acceptance of an end.
