“There’s no fucking point to continuing on, okay? But I’m going anyway. I made up my mind a long time ago, that’d it be worth it to die for this cause.”
“That’s easy enough to say hale and healthy, but what about when the blades to your neck?
Kavi slams her hands into the table, ignoring the way the rough grain tears at the blisters on her hands. They’re already torn, already blood smeared and dripping. At least, with this, she knows its her blood. “I’m so fucking tired of people like you.”
Everest stiffens in his seat, drawing his hands away from the map between them as if burned. “People like me?”
“People who think that the only cost to pay is at the end of the day!” She feels every aching muscle in her back, can feel her wings dropping against the cold, cold floor with exhaustion. Her eyes still burn. “The prophecy foretold a final battle, a final show down, so that means all of our sins will be burned that day, right?”
“The way it’s gone there won’t be a final battle!” Everest stands, yanking on the bottom of his vest to right it. He seems distinctly ruffled by her outburst and steps back around his chair to put it between them as well as the table. “The dark forces have already entered the world–”
“And I’ve fought them,” Kavi barks. She wants to throw the table, but doesn’t. She’s got that much human in her still, that much restraint. “Every step of the way, I’ve fought. The blade has been at my neck since day one, Everest. I’m tired of people like you pretending that it hasn’t been.”
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