He had stayed. And fought for me. Week after week, he'd fought for me, even when I had no reaction , even when I had barely been able to speak or bring myself to care if I lived or died or ate or starved. I couldn't leave him to his own dark thoughts, his own guilt. He'd shouldered them alone long enough.
( Sarah J. Maas )
[ A Court of Mist and Fury ]
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