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Ash’s POV: Leila’s words stun me. They shouldn’t based on what she’s been saying for the past however long we’ve been safe here - not trapped, never trapped, but safe. Safe where nothing could hurt her. But the warmth those words give me fades quickly in the following dilemma of head and heart: do I tell her what I know in answer to her earlier questions and risk her losing control and throwing herself back into the black void she seems desperate to stay away from, or do I not tell her. Not tell her, let her find out herself and risk her hating me forever? She seems to notice my hesitation and looks at me with a bemused frown, “What’s wrong?” Her concern warms me further than her previous words but even that still can’t banish the lingering feeling of confusion inside me. That raging di