Magnus closed the last of the distance between them, and Dorian did not lift a hand to stop him.
That was the thing that would stay with him afterward, in the quiet moments when he replayed that night.
Dorian had seen him coming. He had seen the intent written plain across his face, and he had lowered his guard instead of raising it.
"Magnus," Dorian said, and his voice was steady even as blood ran down his arms and the world burned around them. "If this is what you believe you have to do, then do it."
Magnus faltered half a step. "You're not going to fight me."
"No." Dorian let his hands fall to his sides. Behind him, three Bloodmoon warriors that he had been holding back circled, sensing weakness, but he paid them no mind.
His eyes were only for the wolf who had once been his closest friend. "I chained you. I believed a lie without ever giving you the chance to speak. If you've turned against me, then I earned it, and I won't die killing the man I wronged,"
