“I sensed it inside of her before, but as soon as she went through the rip…it felt like someone dug inside my chest and scooped something out. Like there’s a chunk that was ripped out. I’m bleeding out rot. It’s infecting me, affecting my magic, and I swear to fuck, sometimes it twinges, like I can almost feel her. And all of this, it’s just a physical manifestation of what I already knew.” “What?” “That I can’t live without her. I won’t stand for it, and neither will my rot. The separation is killing me, Ry. In more ways than one.”
