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“Do not presume that all is lost,” said the Sorqan Sira. “You will never access the Phoenix on your own unless Daji removes the Seal. That she will never do.”
“Then it’s all over,” Rin said.
“No. Not if another soul calls the Phoenix for you. A soul that is bound to your own.” The Sorqan Sira looked pointedly at Kitay.
He blinked, confused.
“No,” Rin said immediately. “I don’t—I don’t care what you can do, no—”
“Let her speak,” Kitay said.
“No, you don’t understand the risk—”
“Yes, he does,” said the Sorqan Sira.
“But he doesn’t know anything about the gods!” Rin cried.
“He doesn’t now. Once you’ve been twinned, he will know everything.”
“Twinned?” Kitay repeated.
“Do you understand the nature of Chaghan and Qara’s bond?” the Sorqan Sira asked.
Kitay shook his head.
“They’re spiritually linked,” Rin said flatly. “Cut him, and she feels the pain. Kill him and she dies.”
Horror flitted across Kitay’s face. He tried to mask it, but she saw.
“The anchor bond connects your souls across the psychospiritual plane,” said the Sorqan Sira. “You can still call the Phoenix if you do it through the boy. He will be your conduit. The divine power will flow straight through him and into you.”
“I’m going to become a shaman?” Kitay asked.
“No. You will only lend your mind to one. She will call the god through you.” The Sorqan Sira tilted her head, considering the both of them. “You are good friends, yes?”
“Yes,” Kitay said.
“Good. The anchor takes best on two souls that are already familiar. It’s stronger. More stable. Can you bear a little pain?”
“Yes,” Kitay said again.
“Then we should perform the bonding ritual as soon as we can.”
“Absolutely not,” Rin said.
“I’ll do it,” Kitay said firmly. “Just tell me how.”
“No, I’m not letting you—”
“I’m not asking your permission, Rin. We don’t have another choice.”
“But you could die!”
He barked out a laugh. “We’re soldiers. We’re always about to die.”
Rin stared at him in disbelief. How could he sound so cavalier? Did he not understand the risk?
Kitay had survived Sinegard. Golyn Niis. Boyang. He’d suffered enough pain for a lifetime. She wasn’t putting him through this, too. She’d never be able to forgive herself.
“You have no idea what it’s like,” she said. “You’ve never spoken to the gods, you—”
He shook his head. “No, you don’t get to talk like that. You don’t get to keep this world from me, like I’m too stupid or too weak for it—”
“I don’t think you’re weak.”
“Then why—”
“Because you don’t know anything about this world, and you never should.” She didn’t care if the Phoenix tormented her, but Kitay . . . Kitay was pure. He was the best person she had ever known. Kitay shouldn’t know how it felt to call a god of vengeance. Kitay was the last thing in the world that was still fundamentally kind and good, and she’d die before she corrupted that. “You have no idea how it feels. The gods will break you.”
“Do you want the fire back?” Kitay asked.
“What?”
“Do you want the fire back? If you can call the Phoenix again, will you use it to win us this war?”
“Yes,” she said. “I want it more than anything. But I can’t ask you to do this for me.”
“Then you don’t have to ask.” He turned to the Sorqan Sira. “Anchor us. Just tell me what I have to do.”
The Sorqan Sira was looking at Kitay with an expression that almost amounted to respect. A thin smile spread across her face. “As you wish.”
“It’s not so bad,” Chaghan said. “You take the agaric. You kill the sacrifice. Then the Sorqan Sira binds you, and your souls are linked together forever after. You don’t need to do much but exist, really.”
“Why a living sacrifice?” Kitay asked.
“Because there’s power in a soul released from the material world,” Qara said. “The Sorqan Sira will use that power to forge your bond.”
Chaghan and Qara had been enlisted to prepare Rin and Kitay for the ritual, which involved a tedious process of painting a line of characters down their bare arms, running from their shoulders to the tips of their middle fingers. The characters had to be written at precisely the same time, each stroke synchronous with its pair.
The twins worked with remarkable coordination, which Rin would have appreciated more if she weren’t so upset.
“Stop moving,” Chaghan said. “You’re making the ink bleed.”
“Then write faster,” she snapped.
“That would be nice,” Kitay said amiably. “I need to pee.”
Chaghan dipped his brush into an inkwell and shook away the excess drops. “Ruin one more character and we’ll have to start over.”
“You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” Rin grumbled. “Why don’t you just take another hour? With luck the war will be over before you’re done!”
Chaghan lowered his brush. “We didn’t have a choice in this. You know that.”
“I know you’re a little bitch,” she said.
“You have no other choice.”
“Fuck you.”
It was a petty exchange, and it didn’t make Rin feel nearly as good as she thought it would. It only exhausted her. Because Chaghan was right—the twins had to comply with the Sorqan Sira or they would certainly have been killed, and if they hadn’t, Rin would still have no way out.
“It’ll be all right,” Qara said gently. “An anchor makes you stronger. More stable.”
Rin scoffed. “How? It just seems like a good way to lose two soldiers for every one.”
“Because it makes you resilient to the gods. Every time you call them down, you are like a lantern, drifting away from your body. Drift too far, and the gods root themselves in your physical form instead. That’s when you lose your mind.”
“Is that what happened to this Feylen?” Kitay asked.
“Yes,” said Qara. “He went out too far, got lost, and the god planted itself inside.”
“Interesting,” Kitay said. “And the anchor absolutely prevents that?”
He sounded far too excited about the procedure. He drank the twins’ words in with a hungry expression, cataloging every new sliver of information into his prodigious memory. Rin could almost see the gears turning in his mind.
That scared her. She didn’t want him entranced with this world. She wanted him to run far, far away.
“It’s not perfect, but it makes it much harder to lose your mind,” Chaghan said. “The gods can’t uproot you with an anchor. You can drift as far as you want into the world of spirit, and you’ll always have a way to come back.”
