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My voice was sh​aking. "I want you to stop fighting so hard that you d‍estro‍y yourself in the pr⁠ocess.‌" "I don't know​ how t‍o do tha⁠t." "​Th‍en‌ le​arn." H‍e m​oved to‍ward the d⁠oor. "​Because we're not lett‍in‌g you go. A‌nd you're no​t dying on us. Which⁠ me‌ans you're gonna have to figure out how to su​rvive this. Even if surv⁠ival⁠ means surrende‍ring."

I'd rather die Than give up the fight

“Wake him up and tell him to stop? He doesn’t listen to me. He doesn’t listen to anyone.” Her lips pressed into a thin line. “And you think giving up is the answer?” I turned away. “It’s not about giving up. It’s about surviving.” “Surviving isn’t living,” she said quietly. “Jace knows that. He’s willing to fight for something better.” Her words stung. “And what about us?” I asked, my voice trembling. “What happens to us when he gets himself killed? Do you think the rebellion will care about what’s left of this family?”

"Don't talk like you're going to die." "Someone has to." I cup his face. "Just know. These last few weeks. Building this. Being with you. It was worth everything." I kiss him. Deep. Desperate. Final. When we break apart, both of us are crying. "When we survive," Callum says, "we're building that future. Together." "When we survive," I agree. "But first we fight." I return to the west flank. Take my position. Check my weapons one last time.

"We've searched everywhere. Tried everything. There's nothing left." "There's always something." Luna's voice is fierce. "You taught me that. Never give up. Never surrender. Never accept defeat. So get up. All of you. And fight." Her words hit me like lightning. She's right. I've never given up before. Why start now? I stand. Shaking. Transforming. Dying. But standing. "You're right." I look at my two remaining mates. "We fight. Until the very end. Together." They stand too. Both barely human. Both determined. Both mine.

If it hadn't been that Robins was a step away, the fight between Estrada and I would have ended badly. The SIG MOSQUITO found its way to the back of Estrada's head, and Robins commanded him not to move as I started tying up his hands. “ Put the call to the command center for Exfil,” “ Yes, commander.” “ And let them know to bring the recovery team.” With that we both looked over at Hughes. Present time I sat at the chair facing the computer screens and watched the families, the kids playing, the men laughing and the women on the side gossiping. I truly made something here, my name, will forever live amongst these families long after they have all lived and died.

“Survive? Against Lucian’s men? You’ve seen what they do, Rowena. They don’t leave survivors. They take prisoners and make them wish they were dead.” “I know,” I said quietly. “I’ve seen it too. That’s why I’m telling you…when that time comes, don’t wait for orders. Don’t wait for someone to tell you it’s time to run or fight. The time will come when everyone stands on their own. When it’s every man, woman, and child for themselves. And when it does, you’ll either fight for your life… or lose it watching someone else try.” Mara shook her head slowly, tears gathering in her eyes. “You talk like we’re already dead.”

《SECOND CHANCE PROTOCOL ACTIVATED》 Survive the Trial. Find the True Lifeline. Failure = permanent erasure. My heart thudded so hard it hurt. “Who… who are you?” The voice continued calmly. 《RULES TO JOIN THE SURVIVAL GAMES》 Rule1: The road ahead is endless. Do not leave the truck no matter what. Rule 2: If you see yourself again do not look twice. Rule 3: If the lights go out, pray they come back. If they don’t come after 3 seconds… close your eyes and count to 10.

Professor Shaw said. My hand moved to my stomach. It was flat. For several seconds, I could not breathe. “Where is my baby?” The answer was already in Professor Shaw’s eyes. The project doctor spoke gently. “By the time we reached you, the procedure had already begun. You had lost too much blood. We transferred you here immediately, but the fetus was too weak to survive.” I stared at the ceiling.

"Can't keep fighting, keep killing, keep living in fear of the next threat." "I know." "So what do we do?" "We find whoever sent that message. Eliminate them. Then we hope that's the last one." "And if it's not? If there's always another enemy, another conspiracy, another person wanting revenge?" Von turned to face me fully. "Then we keep fighting. Because the alternative giving up, surrendering, letting them win that's not an option. We protect our family. That's all that matters. Everything else is noise." "Even if it makes us monsters?"