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Never again.
I wanted blood once. I wanted your blood.
-[Mirana] Help him see the world as it is. -[screaming]
as though the world were a sick animal to be put out of her misery.
Come here. Come to me on your own.
Wait, wait. What? No.
We'll do this together.
Oh, yeah, sure. You want a pillow? A mint?
Papa, I was thinking.
[groans]
Sturmwolke Tor. You're insane. You nearly died at Sturmwolke Tor.
Concepts, ideas with names, no different from any name.
He knows better than any of us.
[panting]
might have just a little more time.
-[groans] -[Invoker grunts]
[Luna] Is that it, then?
[Mene] You know what you must do.
[Bram sniffles]
That was a different universe.
You love him. So tell him the truth.