She almost didn't make it. She almost didn't reach them in time. But as she lay on the ground, her silver eyes dulling in her skull, the white bone running with black tears, she wondered, was it worth it? Was it worth giving my life for them?
She stared ahead, looking at them, with their wide, shocked eyes and their horrified faces, and she smiles inwardly. Yes, it was worth it. Laying there with a gaping hole in her side, all of it was worth it. The rejection, the pain, the friendship... all of it. The silver pinpricks in her eye sockets dulled and went out, the cracks sealed, and the blackness of the corruption mixed with her blood, staining the snow she lay upon. Claire Lioncel gave her life for her friends, and died accepting her fate.
Their friendship was worth it.
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