[ an end without choice, without freedom, and the nagging notion at the back of his brain that something is waiting for him: another him, a terrible, evil him, just laying in wait. while he refuses to give in, he's rapidly running out of resources, and their enemies, with hundreds of thousands of years to prepare, seem to be knocking on every doorstep.

he lets out a breath through his nose, dark lashes falling over bright eyes. ]

No one did. We're not fighting just to find ourselves suffering again. The end doesn't mean that I won't claw myself out from beneath the darkness of the Void if I must.

We have little resources. [ he meets her eyes again. ] So we must be decidedly cleverer.