50. Secrets, Secrets, and More Secrets

Shou shreds a page between his fingers. “I was trying not to sleep because, you know.” He holds out his forearm, the criss-crossing scars bright and ugly against his skin. “It worked for a while, but…” 

“But nobody can stay awake forever,” she finishes, eyes on the ruined paper.

He can feel his cheeks start to burn. 

“I tried to once. To kill myself, I mean.”

“What happened?”

She grimaces, looks over at the bookshelves. “Clarke took over. He’s tougher to kill than I am.”

He isn’t sure what to do with this confession, so instead he asks, “Who’s Clarke?”

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