“A little closer,” you whisper over the screams. “Just a little closer, brother.” Swords always spoke to me louder than words. I never realized they speak with your voice. Until now. Is the shining steel that hangs at the tips of my fingers – so close the middle one brushes it, hard and sharp and cold – is it a blade? Or is it your soul I am finally so close to reaching, Lyanna? I do not know anymore. I only know I need it, more than anything I have ever needed in life.