I love you calling me Gérard and idiot, and I love you when you threaten me with every weapon under the sun, and—’ ‘Pah!’ interrupted Melusine, scorn in her voice. ‘Jacques, where are you hurt?’ But as she asked the question, she saw the wound. Had to. Through fire and water, through penury and pestilence, your hand will always be on his shoulder. A severe pang shot through Jack's heart, and he would have given worlds if he possessed them to have seen his friend once more.
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