I saw him, and I had no will to fight. It was so clear, so much more defined than any memory. My subconscious had stored Edward away in flawless detail, saving him for this final moment.
He unleashed the full, devastating power of his eyes on me, as if trying to communicate something crucial.
She looked straight into my horror-struck eyes, and then turned to watch her approaching death.
Not her! The words shouted in my head as if they belonged to someone else.
Help me to carry the fire
We will keep it alight together
Help me to carry the fire
It will light our way forever
