![]() I promise you, you'll forget you even have it." I suppose he ought to know - he's been carrying one for two decades. "Cas." Dad tilts my chin up, ripping my gaze from the pull. That burden only goes to full-time trainers. On all my training voyages, I've never had to carry one of these capsules. But even holding the pill fills me with revulsion. It's such a basic mission, gift-wrapped to be easy enough for me to handle on my own. "The pocket on the collar of your wetsuit, keep it there. "It's waterproof," Dad continues, pressing it into my hand. So this little capsule holds the pill that will kill me if it comes to that. That information can't fall into the wrong hands, into the hands of people who will do anything to take down our beasts. Durga fails, I fail, and the knowledge I carry as a Reckoner trainer must be disposed of. Dad must catch the panic in my eyes - he squeezes my shoulder and holds out the capsule. He draws out a little blue capsule, and I feel every molecule in my body screaming to run. “Dad takes a step back, one hand still on my shoulder, and reaches into his pocket. ![]()
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