meet the Militia with as much stamina as possible.
Rin understood the rationale, but she couldn’t see how she was possibly supposed to close her eyes. She vibrated with nervous energy, and even sitting still made her uneasy—she needed to be moving, running, hitting something.
She paced around the field outside the barracks. Little rivulets of fire danced through the air around her, swirling in perfect circles. That made her feel the slightest bit better. It was proof that she still had control over something.
Someone cleared his throat. She turned around. Nezha stood at the door, bleary-eyed and disheveled.
“What’s happened?” she asked sharply. “Did anything—”
“I had a dream,” he mumbled.
She raised an eyebrow. “And?”
“You died.”
She made her flames disappear. “What is going on with you?”
“You died,” he repeated. He sounded dazed, only half-present, like a little schoolboy disinterestedly reciting his Classics. “You—they shot you down over the water, and I saw your body floating up in the water. You were so still. I saw you drown, and I couldn’t save you.”
He started to cry.
“What the fuck,” she muttered.
Was he drunk? High? She didn’t know what she was supposed to do, only that she didn’t want to be alone with him. She glanced toward the barracks. What would happen if she just left?
“Please don’t leave,” Nezha said, as if reading her mind.
She folded her arms against her chest. “I didn’t think you ever wanted to see me again.”
“Why would you think that?”
“‘It would be best if we died,’” she said. “Who said that?”
“I didn’t mean that—”
“Then what? Where do you draw the line? Suni, Baji, Altan—we’re all monsters in your book, aren’t we?”
“I was angry that you called me a coward—”
“Because you are a coward!” she shouted. “How many men died at Boyang? How many are going to die today? But no, Yin Nezha has the power to stop the river and he won’t do it, because he’s fucking scared of a tattoo on his back—”
“I told you, it hurts—”
“It always hurts. You call the gods anyway. We’re soldiers—we make the sacrifices we must, no matter what it takes. But I suppose you would put your own comfort over a chance to crush the Empire—”
“Comfort?” Nezha repeated. “You think it’s about comfort? Do you know how it felt, when I was in his cave? Do you know what he did to me?”
“Yes,” she said. “Exactly the same thing the Phoenix did to me.”
Rin knew Nezha’s pain. She just didn’t have the sympathy for it.
“You’re acting like a fucking child,” she said. “You’re a general, Nezha. Do your job.”
Anger darkened his face. “Just because you’ve decided to worship your abuser doesn’t mean we all—”
Rin stiffened. “No one abused me.”
“Rin, you know that’s not true.”
“Fuck you.”
“I’m sorry.” He held up his hands in surrender. “Look—I really am. I didn’t come here to talk about that. I don’t want to fight.”
“Then why are you here?”
“Because you could die out there,” he said. “We both could.” His words poured out in a torrent, as if he were afraid that if he stopped speaking they would run out of time, as if he would only ever get this one chance. “I saw it happen, I saw you bleeding out in the water, and I couldn’t do anything about it. That was the worst part.”
“Are you high?” she demanded.
“I just want to make things right between us. What’s that going to take?” Nezha spread his arms. “Should I let you hit me? Do you want to? Go ahead, take a swing. I won’t move.”
Rin almost took him up on the offer. But the moment she made a fist, her anger dissipated.
Why was it that whenever she looked at Nezha, she wanted to either kill him or kiss him? He made her either furious or deliriously happy. The one thing he did not make her feel was secure.
With him there was no neutrality, no in between. She loved him or she hated him, but she didn’t know how to do both.
She lowered her fist.
“I really am sorry,” Nezha said. “Please, Rin. I don’t want us to end like this.”
He tried to say something else, but the sudden boom of the signal gongs drowned out his voice. They reverberated through the barracks with such loud urgency that Rin could feel the ground trembling beneath her feet.
The familiar taste of blood filled her mouth. Panic, fear, and adrenaline flooded her veins. But this time they didn’t make her collapse; she didn’t want to curl into a ball and rock back and forth