Daisy huffs a humourless little laugh. "We call them Avatars. And we all get a choice. Supposedly. But sometimes you don't even know you're making it. And other times it's barely a choice at all."
Jon's choice, as she understood it, was to live on as a monster, or die with what humanity he had left—and what kind of choice is that, really? Her own... she chose to take the life of someone who was, or who had at least started out, human; it's a choice that rests on her head, a decision she made, but she hadn't known what it would mean.
A point of no return. No going back. Every Avatar dies in one way or another, once they step over that threshold. You become something different. Something that lives on only because your patron allows it.
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Daisy huffs a humourless little laugh. "We call them Avatars. And we all get a choice. Supposedly. But sometimes you don't even know you're making it. And other times it's barely a choice at all."
Jon's choice, as she understood it, was to live on as a monster, or die with what humanity he had left—and what kind of choice is that, really? Her own... she chose to take the life of someone who was, or who had at least started out, human; it's a choice that rests on her head, a decision she made, but she hadn't known what it would mean.
A point of no return. No going back. Every Avatar dies in one way or another, once they step over that threshold. You become something different. Something that lives on only because your patron allows it.
"No turning back, after that."