13
There I was.
“I cannot believe that,” Zaan said.
He couldn’t, but I could. My life was even worse than I’d imagined.
“Is Airelle still alive?” Zaan moved the tip of his sword to emphasize each point.
“Depends on your definition of life, Zaibann. By some definitions, no – by some definitions, she’s sitting right here beside me.”
Zaan looked to me, his face clouded with confusion. “I don’t understand –”
“Railan is the one in charge of creating clones. It’s possible that he has her in a vat somewhere, or just a piece of her pinkie finger.” Yzin shrugged.
“Are you saying I am Airelle?” My voice rose as I spoke. “If I am, then I should kill you for all you have done!”
Yzin put up a calming hand. “Ilylle, I have spent your lifetime watching over you. Teaching you – training you. You
