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"Okay," I said, and he nodded with this solemn face.
So I agreed to take him to my private hell, and when the time came, the other two waited, but he was there.
He watched me howl in pain, tear my robes, become so dark that the full moon's light dispersed in me. Then I broke and he heard me cry for mercy to the deities I had never believed in.
The morning came frosty and bright. When I woke up, my head was in his lap, his hand on my brow, and he kissed me better.
And I knew.