Akiva took her hands in his, covered up the black marks so she didn't have to look at them. He remembered what Madrigal had told him, years ago, with her hand on his heart and his on hers. "War is all we've been taught, Lir," he told his sister now. "But we don't have to be that anymore. We'll still be us, just-"

"A better us."

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