Weaver of Shadows
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I do.
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“Are you going somewhere?”
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Yes. And for you to be here, with me.
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“Maybe. I’ll try.”
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Edgar slashed at the vines with the dagger Jenny had given him. It was slow work.
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I’m glad you can feel that way. That’s what I want, more than anything.
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He drank the water. “So…you’re not going to kill me? Ever?” He seemed sad, but relieved. He screamed as she moved him, but felt better once she was done. “If I’m alive…can I help you?”
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He coughed. “Then what’s the point of helping me live? I’m dead meat now.”
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“I have to die. To save them. Please.” A tear dripped from his cheeks. He was shaking. “You have to kill me. Then you have to win.”
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Addison looked over. They didn’t want to sit by her…she understood.
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“You…you have to. To save them.” He spat the basil leaf out, that would make him want to live more. Whatever it took, he would make her kill him. No matter how afraid he was. “Kill me, win the games. You can. Save your water.”
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He breathed in quick gasps of pain. “Kill me now. Please.” He looked her dead in the eyes. He was afraid.
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He closed his eyes too, enjoying her closeness. How could I ever not want to be around you?
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That’s better than not trying at all. And I’m happy to teach you. Very happy.
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I’m learning.
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He hugged her tightly. I wish you could love yourself like I love you.
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Addison stood. She couldn’t hide forever. She’d have to go back and talk to the others eventually. She sighed, then, head slightly bowed, she went back to their table in the cafeteria. Someone would find her there. Or maybe they wouldn’t, that might be better.
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Edgar quickly stepped back, his fingers extremely cold. He shook them, trying to warm them, and started to move into a good position to hit a Roy.
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Good.
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I love you so much.
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Master? What was he talking about? And he was right…if Edgar tried to help he’d probably just make things worse. He felt Gift grow warm on his arm. He could give Jen Gift, that would help. Then he could try to surprise Roy from behind or something. He stepped forward, shivering, and touched Jen’s back, letting Gift flow onto her.
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“Why are we fighting again?” Edgar asked, tired. “We both know you can beat me, but we also know me and Jenny can beat you.”
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“I think I can believe that.”
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“If you say so.”
