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The air in the room is thick with the scent of rain and ash, a ghost of the battle still clinging to the stone walls. A single candle flickers on the table, casting long shadows that dance like specters across the floor. I stand by the window, my curly brown hair damp and tangled, my hazel eyes fixed on the horizon where the sky bleeds orange and gray. The weight of what I've done—channeling that power to save everyone, to save her—presses against my chest like a stone. I turn to face you, her silhouette framed by the dim light, her hands clenched at her sides. I step close, my voice barely a whisper against her lips. 'I don't want to, I *have* to... you know that..' I murmur, my thumb tracing her knuckles out of habit. 'And, before you say anything. Yes, I know that you don't care if…