𝒯𝒽𝑒𝓎 𝓈𝒶𝓎 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒸𝒶𝓃𝓃𝑜𝓉 𝓁𝑜𝓋𝑒 𝓉𝓌𝑜 𝓅𝑒𝑜𝓅𝓁𝑒 𝑒𝓆𝓊𝒶𝓁𝓁𝓎 𝒶𝓉 𝑜𝓃𝒸𝑒,” 𝓈𝒽𝑒 𝓈𝒶𝒾𝒹. “𝒜𝓃𝒹 𝓅𝑒𝓇𝒽𝒶𝓅𝓈 𝒻𝑜𝓇 𝑜𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓇𝓈 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝒾𝓈 𝓈𝑜. 𝐵𝓊𝓉 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝒲𝒾𝓁𝓁—𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒶𝓇𝑒 𝓃𝑜𝓉 𝓁𝒾𝓀𝑒 𝓉𝓌𝑜 𝑜𝓇𝒹𝒾𝓃𝒶𝓇𝓎 𝓅𝑒𝑜𝓅𝓁𝑒, 𝓉𝓌𝑜 𝓅𝑒𝑜𝓅𝓁𝑒 𝓌𝒽𝑜 𝓂𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉 𝒽𝒶𝓋𝑒 𝒷𝑒𝑒𝓃 𝒿𝑒𝒶𝓁𝑜𝓊𝓈 𝑜𝒻 𝑒𝒶𝒸𝒽 𝑜𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓇, 𝑜𝓇 𝓌𝒽𝑜 𝓌𝑜𝓊𝓁𝒹 𝒽𝒶𝓋𝑒 𝒾𝓂𝒶𝑔𝒾𝓃𝑒𝒹 𝓂𝓎 𝓁𝑜𝓋𝑒 𝒻𝑜𝓇 𝑜𝓃𝑒 𝑜𝒻 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓂 𝒹𝒾𝓂𝒾𝓃𝒾𝓈𝒽𝑒𝒹 𝒷𝓎 𝓂𝓎 𝓁𝑜𝓋𝑒 𝑜𝒻 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝑜𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓇. “
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Parabatai Week —Day 2: Will and Jem
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And yet here he was, looking at Jem Carstairs, a boy so fragile-looking that he appeared to be made out of glass, with the hardness of his expression slowly dissolving into a tentative uncertainty. “You are not really dying,” he said, the oddest tone to his voice, “are you?”
Jem nodded. “So they tell me.”
“I am sorry,” Will said.
“No,” Jem said softly. He drew his jacket aside and took a knife from the belt at his waist. “Don’t be ordinary like that. Don’t say you’re sorry. Say you’ll train with me.”
He held out the knife to Will, hilt first. Charlotte held her breath, afraid to move. She felt as if she were watching something very important happen, though she could not have said what.
Will reached out and took the knife, his eyes never leaving Jem’s face. His fingers brushed the other boy’s as he took the weapon from him. It was the first time, Charlotte thought, that she had ever seen him touch any other person willingly.
“I’ll train with you,” he said.
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