"Yes," I whispered, tears flooding my vision again, but this time they were different. They were happy tears. "Oh, yes, please."
He pulled me into a hard, strong embrace. It felt safe. It felt like everything.
When we pulled apart, he wiped a tear from my cheek with his thumb.
"You are not dead. You cannot die yet. You have a purpose, Faith. You must fulfill your destiny."
I frowned, the happiness fading slightly, replaced by the weight of the word destiny. "What is my destiny? What are you talking about?"
He looked into my eyes, searching. "Deep down, you know the answer."
I shook my head, avoiding his gaze. "No, I don't. I don't know why... why it has to be me. Why do I have to be the one to destroy my own brother?" My voice broke.
He sighed, the light around him seeming to dim j
