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"Because I made a . A promise to my friend that I would see her kingdom freed." She shoved her scarred palm into his face. "I made an unbreakable vow. And you and Maeve--all you gods-damned bastards--are getting in the way of that." She went off down the hillside again. He followed. "And what of your own people? What of your own kingdom?" "They are better off without me, just as you said." His tattoo scrunched as he snarled. "So you'd save another land, but not yours. Why can't your friend save her own kingdom?" "Because she is !" She screamed the last word so loudly it burned in her throat. "Because she is dead, and I am left with my life!" He merely stared at her with that animal stillness. When she walked away, he didn't come after her."
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