"Now you are weak."

"For now." I'm thoughtful: I remember how being around him makes me more.

"Come with me, and I will cut away what binds you to them."

"They said that," I say. "That they would cut you out of my heart. They knew I would say no. It - wasn't a fair bargain." That not fair has been sitting in me all this time. My fingers tighten on his hand and then drop away. "Yes," I say. "Alright." I wouldn't have said yes three years ago. A lot has changed.