But if it had to perish twice,

He could finally release the cart, exhausted and broken inside and out. He had wanted to go straight to Resin, and then home again, but his determination had snapped somewhere along the way.

Art came running towards them, and Tamsyn came slowly and painfully out of her cart. Arts words were just like Aslas, moments before he had to tell her that her mother and brother had burned to death. That the contents of the cart were the charred remains of their flesh and bones.

Passed away It sounded almost gentle. The image of Zee burning in his nightmare before he had lashed out at Briar seared through his mind. “Say it as it is.” He growled, heartsick and angry. “They burned alive, miles from home.” He was so stiff and sore he couldn’t get the strap of the cart off his shoulder. He grabbed at it with his paw, but it wouldn’t budge. He tugged harder, breathing heavily. He was getting wild around the edges again.

Zee, burning, burning, burning with a yowl of anger he grabbed at the strap and tore at it so hard he yanked the cart right off its feet so hard the momentum carried it right off the ground until it sailed into the back of the Warlords head. Knocking him, stunned, to the ground.

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