For a long time, the only sound in the clearing came from Chaghan. He wasn’t crying, not quite. His eyes were dry. But his chest heaved erratically, his breath came out in short, strangled bursts, and his eyes stared wide down at his sister’s corpse as if he couldn’t believe what he was looking at.
Our wills have been united since we were children, Qara had said. We are two halves of the same person.