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My chest hurts.

My entire body hurts.

I cannot conceive the idea that Miguel will, of his own free will, die for his people, instead of staying with me.

He prefers death. The honor. The duty.

I prefer love, and that's why a part of me will die when it's gone.

— We have gold — Arina says suddenly with her lips pressed to my forehead. — Let's help them. Let's help the Wolf King and Prince Azerai take back the throne.

— Arina, don’t talk nonsense…

—Their army is within the walls of Tarus'dei, is it not? — she continues, inflamed by a determination I don't know. — Let's help them get there. There must be a chance. At least a chance to win. It is not?

— Arina, all the wolves are against them...

— And the people of the continent?

We stared at each other in silence for a long moment, mentally debating the possibilities.

Is it possible that there is any hope?

— This is insane! — Azerai doesn't even bother to hide his offensive tone of voice, and is looking at me. — The people of Agreis would