But then, it's not like Anna didn't have centuries upon centuries to study the moves her brother makes in a fight. She used to be the one telling him to make them, after all.
She knows to watch for the moment that Uriel's attention is elsewhere, distracted by the demons he's fighting, knows how long she'll have, knows exactly when to sweep in and pull the vial that contains her Grace from the chain around his neck.
Two choices. Go back or die.
And she's no good to anyone dead.
Easy enough, then. Make the choice, break the vial.
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But then, it's not like Anna didn't have centuries upon centuries to study the moves her brother makes in a fight. She used to be the one telling him to make them, after all.
She knows to watch for the moment that Uriel's attention is elsewhere, distracted by the demons he's fighting, knows how long she'll have, knows exactly when to sweep in and pull the vial that contains her Grace from the chain around his neck.
Two choices. Go back or die.
And she's no good to anyone dead.
Easy enough, then. Make the choice, break the vial.
Good-bye, Anna Milton.
"Shut your eyes!"
And let there be light.