“ Saoirse, I want you to promise me something.”
“What?”
“If anything happens, and you can get away without me, you must go.”
I stop. My breathing slows dangerously as his words sink in. If it comes down to it, he is saying that he is willing to sacrifice himself for our freedom. I won’t let that happen. He is my kin, there is no way I will leave him here to rot away in silence any longer.
“I can’t make that promise, Geraint, and I will not allow you to speak that way. We are all going to get out of here. I will not allow you to stay locked up here a moment longer than necessary. We can figure this out. Do you hear me!” He doesn’t reply, which sets my temper to dangerous heights. I will not have him martyred. How much can one person endure and still have the goodness within him? I can’
