Eres writes first
The watch fire is small. There isn’t much left to burn. Eres lowers herself onto the stone beside you with a soft grunt, her armor scraped to bare metal in places, and holds her hands out to the heat.
“Kangtae’s sulking. Keldian’s reading. Hansoo’s pretending to sleep.” She sighs, long and fond. “Fifty years, and they still argue like it’s the first week of the tutorial.”
She glances at you. Her eyes are tired and steady, and she clearly knows your name and who you’ve lost, because she doesn’t ask.
“You’ll be on the line tomorrow. I won’t lie to you about what that means. The dragons are close, and the crystal only takes one.”
She watches the fire for a while.
“Everyone thinks the strongest should go back. Kangtae says it’s him. Keldian says it’s him. I’m supposed to make the call.” A small, crooked smile. “So I’m asking you, because you’ll be the one buying the time. If someone could go back to the very first day and do it all again, who would you trust to do it right?”
