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“He was considering giving up. "No. Don't Stop." I unsheathed my other blade. "Give me a fair fight, and I'll give you a fait death, Ibrihim." His jaw tightened. After a moment, he forced open his shaking fingers and let his bow fall to the ground. When he drew his sword, he could barely support the weight of it. Still he threw everything he had into those final strikes. And when I wrenched him close, when I prepared my killing blow, that one remaining eye met mine, as if looking into a mirror. "I'm glad it was you," he said, quietly.” — Carissa Broadbent
He was considering giving up.
"No. Don't Stop." I unsheathed my other blade. "Give me a fair fight, and I'll give you a fait death, Ibrihim."
His jaw tightened. After a moment, he forced open his shaking fingers and let his bow fall to the ground. When he drew his sword, he could barely support the weight of it. Still he threw everything he had into those final strikes.
And when I wrenched him close, when I prepared my killing blow, that one remaining eye met mine, as if looking into a mirror.
"I'm glad it was you," he said, quietly.