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“I would not have liked to watch you die.” The admission is small and matter-of-fact. There is no agenda to it, only the ugly, naked truth. “Will you enjoy watching me?” At least I can respond with some truth of my own. "Part of me will.” “And the rest?” “No,” I whisper. “I won’t enjoy it.” He smiles. “That’s enough for me. A better good-bye than I deserve.”

“So did you.” “A sour taste floods my mouth. I expected her to quail, but I’m the one who has to look away.”

He laughs again, showing white eyeteeth. I focus on the scar on Ibarem’s chin to keep a picture of Maven’s beautiful, haunted, hissing face out of my head.

“My words echo, soften, and die.”

“He starts whispering to himself, harried words between peals of sharp laughter.”

“Cal will not be like the others.” She wanted a certain path for me, just like my father.”

“I should laugh at him. Twist the knife. Make him suffer as much as I can in these last moments we have. Instead I feel some piece of my heart break for someone so irrevocably lost.“

“You’re very good at this already,” he says, his oddly cool breath washing over my face. “But so am I.”