“You believed in me when I was a ghost," he reminded her, "so I don't see why your faith in me should somehow lessen when you have me in your hands."
"Do I?" she asked. "Have you?"
"In the palm of your hand," he said, and it sounded suspiciously like a promise, but she shook her head, pulling away.
"This is the game," she said. "Isn't it?"
"Do you feel something?" he asked. "It doesn't feel like a game to me."
"But it is," she insisted. "And I think I understand it now."
And she did.
(Don't lose.)
(Gamble everything, but don't lose.)”
―
Olivie Blake,
Masters of Death