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“We can talk about this later, can’t we?” she hissed.

“We can’t.” I shook my head. “Because you don’t need me to get to Keldori, and as long as my mom is waiting in Keel Watch Harbor, you don’t need me to reseal the Rift. And if I go with you, Caitria will destroy Willow’s Grave.”

“Wren,” Ciarán warned.

“No.” I stepped away from Orla, back towards the tunnel. “You go. Seal the Rift. I’m not going home.”

27. Martyrdom and Meaning

The Skalflames eating at the willow vines over the citadel cast the grove in green, illuminating Iseult and Tiernan’s somber, understanding faces. Ciarán remained silent and unreadable both outwardly and in my head. Even the buzzing of his thoughts had ceased. Next to him, Fana watched me with wide eyes, and Orla—

Orla had never looked so full of loathing.

“Do you know how unfair this is?” Her voice, hard and cold, wavered over the words.

“You don’t need me, Orla.”

“No, but that’s just it, because now what? I fall on my knees and list all the ways I do need you? When I’m angry at you? How is that fair?” An explosion over the citadel and the crashing of falling stone helped drown out her rising voice.

“I don’t want you to fall on your knees,” I mumbled.

“Good, because I’m not going to! I’m mad at you!”

“I’m sorry about trying to kill Ferrin and lying—”

“It doesn’t matter! I’m still mad! But you get to fall back and be the hero, and what do I do? Swallow my anger because you get to make a sacrifice play?”

“Stay angry!” I held my arms out. “Stay angry at me for forever, Orla! What we did—what I did to you was horrible. I lied, and then I tried to murder your uncle, and I’ll be a little upset if it turns out I didn’t, okay? But I’m mad at you, too! You nearly got both Ciarán and me killed in the mountain! So you and me, we’re both angry, but me staying with the group doesn’t erase any of that. Neither does me handing myself over to Caitria. So we both get to stay angry because we both deserve to be angry!”

“But I don’t want to be angry!”

“And I want to go home!” I said. “I want to go home so badly it hurts, and I wanted to take you there, even if we stayed mad at each other the entire way, but I can’t let Willow’s Grave be destroyed because of me.”

“Willow’s Grave wants you to run,” Ciarán interjected.

“But we always run!” I hated the rising pitch of my voice, but the dam on my frustration and anger had finally broken, and I couldn’t stop the ensuing flood. “We run and we run and we run. We find safety, but they always catch up, and you know this better than any of us because not long ago, you were the one doing the chasing! You know they’ll catch up every time, and a fight will break out. And then we run. Again. Rinse. Repeat. And this time, while we run, Caitria’s army ransacks Willow’s Grave. Because of us.”

“Because of us?” Ciarán repeated. “We aren’t forcing Caitria to hurt anyone. She’s doing that because she wants to.”

“And I have the power to stop her. I’m not the god everyone thinks I am, but if believing I’m valuable gets them to stop attacking Willow’s Grave, why shouldn’t I do something?”

I looked at them one by one. Iseult, Tiernan, Fana, Orla, Ciarán…

They knew I was right. I could see it in the somber set of their faces as they each ran the cold calculation in their heads.

“But we need you,” Fana whispered. Jonquil seemed to meow in agreement, but that might’ve been because Fana was squeezing her too hard.

“You don’t,” I said softly. “My mom will take my place when it’s time to reseal the Rift.”

“I need you.” Orla clamped her mouth shut, but her chin continued to quake. She forced a shuddering breath and then continued through a breaking voice. “Am I even going to see you again? Or is this it?”

“Orla—”

“This is probably the worst time to do this, and I know we’re mad at each other, and I know Willow’s Grave is being destroyed as we speak, but—” Orla cut off, blinked back tears, and said, “This is so unfair. First you lie to me, and now you’re taking away the first person who ever showed me what it meant to be a friend?”

I closed the distance between us and flung my arms around her. Even if she was mad at me, and even if I was still mad at her, this was goodbye. I’d been ripped away from her once before. At least this time I had the chance to tell her how important she was.

“You were my first real friend, too, Orla.”