“Don’t give me a hard time about this air thing,” I warned. “I don’t want any spiels about how I’m embracing my heritage and approaching my destiny.” Dorian smiled, eyes on the road ahead of us. “I don’t need to tell you things you already know.” “Of course…I suppose if I did get a better grip on my magic, I might be able to get rid of those fucking fire demons.” “You see? I told you I don’t need to say anything. You’re finding ways to rationalize your use of magic all on your own.”
“My smile faded, and I suddenly felt confused. My heart leapt in my chest. "Why would you do that for me?" "What wouldn't I do for you?”
“I really do hate the idea of anyone risking their lives for me. Especially Pagiel. I like him.” “That’s the unfortunate thing,” said Dorian, smiling. “It’s always going to be people you like. Enemies tend not to risk their lives for you. Only your friends are willing to make the sacrifice.”
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