"What I mean is, I can't give it to you," Sunny's voice was gentle, but his words were a wall of cold, hard reality. "Because the reason you are asking for it is not acceptable."
Adam's blazing, hopeful soul seemed to flicker. "But… it is my choice, is it not?" he asked, a desperate hope still clinging to his voice.
"No," Sunny replied, his gaze unwavering. "First, the pill is mine to give. Second, and far more importantly, look at yourself, Adam."
He gestured to Adam's translucent form, which was already dimming from its momentary, brilliant flare. "The curse is devouring you from the inside out. You need this pill for yourself. In comparison, she… she is safe. She is sleeping."
He pointed to the green token that Adam clutched in his ethereal hand. Inside, the tiny ember of Freya's soul rested in a peaceful slumber, preserved and protected.
