“No, I don’t think I do.”
I hear the movement as he turns toward me. Now we’re looking straight at each other.
“Why has that changed? This is the fate you feared so much.”
He’s right. And yet, hate has helped me stay sane here. It’s been oddly invigorating to confront him and always search for a way to challenge his limits, however small his concessions may be. In this past month, I’ve lived more than in the rest of my life—and though it’s sad, I suppose that’s as good a reason as any to keep holding on.
“Because I always felt empty,” I say. “I never allowed myself to enjoy anything because I knew what my destiny was. But maybe it wasn’t the end—maybe it was the beginning. Maybe I wasn’t meant to fit there—but to constantly challenge you. I don’t like you, Cassian. You’re cruel, wicked
