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“What would become of me?" Those shoulders - the ones she drew so many times, the ones she conjured into being - give only a dismissive shrug. "You will be nothing, my dear," he says simply. "But it is a kinder nothing than this. Surrender, and I will set you free." If some part of her wavered, if some small part wanted to give in, it did not last beyond a moment. There is a defiance in being a dreamer. "I decline," she growls. The shadow scowls, those green eyes darkening like cloth soaked wet. HIs hands fall away. "You will give in," he says. "Soon enough." He does not step back, does not turn to go. He is simply gone. Swallowed by the dark.” — V.E. Schwab
What would become of me?"
Those shoulders - the ones she drew so many times, the ones she conjured into being - give only a dismissive shrug.
"You will be nothing, my dear," he says simply. "But it is a kinder nothing than this. Surrender, and I will set you free."
If some part of her wavered, if some small part wanted to give in, it did not last beyond a moment. There is a defiance in being a dreamer.
"I decline," she growls.
The shadow scowls, those green eyes darkening like cloth soaked wet.
HIs hands fall away.
"You will give in," he says. "Soon enough."
He does not step back, does not turn to go. He is simply gone. Swallowed by the dark.