"After all I did, you are running away?"
Reva turned on him.
Her expression hardened, anger cutting through the exhaustion like it had been waiting for permission. "Don't you put that on us," she said. "That strike was your call. Your people didn't die because of Kylus. They died because you decided to wipe the ground instead of pulling them back."
Jareth took a step toward her. "That strike saved you."
"It almost killed us," Reva shot back. "Lyra was right there. We were right there. You didn't care who got buried as long as the basin went quiet."
Lyra shifted weakly in Requiem's arms, a sharp sound slipping from her throat as another distant blast echoed across the ruins. Requiem tightened his hold, jaw clenched.
Jareth's face twisted. "I sacrificed everything to end this," he said. "To end him."
He turned sharply and raised his weapon, the barrel snapping toward Kylus' position.
"I'll finish it myself."
