"Well, I think we are done here. I have to go and try and cobble my life back together. You ladies have fun pulling off your 'Thelma and Louise' final act while I figure out some way for House Ishara to survive the upcoming war," I shrugged. Of course they didn't let me leave. Fatima on one side, the Golden Mare in the middle and Troika on the other. She had to be in a shitload of pain.
"Lift the curse. If we are going to war, we need to be whole," St. Marie urged me.
"No."
"Why should I stop these two from killing you right now?" she glared.
"Because he is an sss," Krasimira muttered. "You should need no better reason.
Ah...this is why we must die...thank you Cáel Ishara," she concluded. "A terrible sadness has gripped our people for as long as I have been Keeper. I found it lurking
