“As long as you were still breathing, I wouldn’t leave you behind. That’s not how I operate.” “Even if you were in danger because of me?” “Even then.” She gulps, the delicate veins in her throat bobbing up and down. “Thank you. I think I stayed alive because I knew I had you.” Her face shines with that bright innocence again. This isn’t only a display of gratefulness—it’s something much more.
