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Even with desperation. We're probably going to lose. But we're fighting anyway. Because losing while fighting is better than surrendering. Because broken doesn't mean defeated. Because some things are worth dying for. The sun breaks the horizon. Dawn arrives. And with it, hell.

She just keeps crying, and it guts me more than anything else in my entire life. I have faced gods. Demons. Centuries of death and war. But nothing— Nothing— Has ever brought me to my knees like this. Like her, choosing to let me go in the most permanent way possible. Without even knowing it. “I’m not worth that,” I whisper. “I’m not worth you.” And maybe no one hears it. But I do. Because I believe it. Because it’s true. If this is the price… I would rather die a thousand times over.

They shouldn’t be risking their lives here. "You could kill me. Just let them go," I begged. I would accept my fate. I was ready to be killed. I could die, but the thought of Daxton being killed was like hell. After all, I wanted to be with my father and Zonen. I just couldn’t live seeing Daxton in pain. "What makes you think your life is as valuable as theirs? You are nothing, woman." Right? I have no value. My life is nothing compared to theirs.

" then why did you have me feeling like I was losing you or was it your way to scare me into waking up and seeing what I really have because I do know what I really have I might not sure how I feel physically but I do really care about you deeply and I love you unconditionally." " I don't know part of it was to make you appreciate what you have because I don't feel appreciated by you I don't think that you appreciate me for everything that I do and everything that I have to bring to the table that's no only me putting out fires that used to order it and recently you had to put wires that my ex's started but I've been putting out fires that you will access started one of them almost killed me

"And I would die for you. But I don't want to die. I want to live." "Then live with me." "I can't. Not like this. Not if I'm dying." "Then let me die with you." Eli pulled away. "Stop. Just stop." "No. I won't stop. I won't let you throw away everything we've built." "We haven't built anything. We've been fighting for our lives since the day we met." "That's not true. We've built something real. Something beautiful. Something worth fighting for." "Maybe. But it's not enough."

"Can I tell you something?" "Of course." "I think I'm falling in love with you." My heart stopped. "Cole—" "You don't have to say it back. I know you're not ready. I just needed you to know. Before we face Malachar. Before everything gets even more dangerous." He cupped my face gently. "I need you to know that you're worth fighting for. Worth dying for, if it comes to that." Tears burned my eyes. "Don't say that. Don't talk about dying."

Perhaps life would be more joyful rather than agonizing if this were the case. It's possible that if humans didn't have the highest level of consciousness, life wouldn't be so complicated, and I wouldn't be wishing to disappear tonight. I'm nothing more than a cemetery for all the dead and ugly, all the perished and broken people who have passed away. If you were to risk your life by grasping my thorns, I couldn't guarantee that it would be worth it. It is not necessary for my death to make any sense; it simply must take place.

Explained as gently as possible. "Many died," she told them. "Many were erased. Many sacrificed everything. River died. Frost died. Shadow died. So many died. They died protecting you. Died saving you. Died ensuring you could continue to exist. They gave everything. Sacrificed everything. Lost everything. For you. Because you are the future. Because you are the hope. Because you are worth dying for. They loved you enough to die for you. They valued you enough to sacrifice for you. They believed in you enough to give everything for you. Honor that sacrifice. Honor those deaths. Honor that love. Live well. Exist beautifully. Love completely. Make their sacrifice meaningful. Make their deaths w

"They had families who loved them! Children who needed them! What do I have? What's my life worth compared to Thomas's three kids or Jennifer's infant twins?" "Your life is worth everything to me. To your father. To your friends. To the thousands of wolves you've taught who are alive because of you." I pulled her into my arms despite her resistance. "Baby, you're measuring your worth against an impossible standard. No one's life is worth more or less than another's. They're all lives. All valuable. Including yours." "I can't believe that. I can't look at Thomas's children and believe my life matters as much as their father's."

No one spoke. I took a breath, and the cold air burned my lungs. "I've always believed I had to die to be worth something. That being useful was the only way anyone would ever love me. When they sent me into the snow, part of me was relieved. I thought if I died being useful, at least it would mean something." My voice cracked, and I didn't try to stop it. "I don't want to believe that anymore. But I don't know how to stop."