never kill the light inside me

"Mmmn?" Jinx wondered when Ira claimed to love was to destroy, her head turning to him questioningly. She smirked when he repeated it relative to himself, and with a toss of her head, agreed with, "an interesting concept, princeliiiing, and true indeed." Jinx had loved Kaskae, and the wolves of Shearwater Bay, but in the end her love had been rewarded with the vision of fire consuming all she cared about. She still didn't know if fire had really come or not, but she believed it had. The pain had been absolute when she first thought of it, but it was duller now.

"The scavengers can have him. They need to eat too. Crows are our friends, princeling. They show us where to find sick prey, and it is our honour to contribute to their living when we pass." Jinx didn't want to move Tark because he was just too heavy, and she needed her energy for healing and daily activities, but she had never shied from lying. "It will be good for you to know your crows when you are a king," she added, hoping to get some kind of reaction out of him with the thought he might one day actually be king.

"I am Jiiinx," she sighed softly, her ears flicking backward at the sound of her own name. "Mambo, if you wish. And you, princeling? You are Ira, but what else are you?"