He had to carry on. That was the only way Magnus coped with any loss. If he didn’t tell himself that he needed to keep going, he might never leave his bed again. It wasn’t always the healthiest of coping methods, drinking and working to distract himself.
“Probably not. But there’s always a risk with the Clave.”
“You are right. I will… see if there’s anything I want to keep.” He was silent for a moment. “Should we go there together? Have you already…?”
“I haven’t been yet. Not since it happened.” But he nodded slightly. “Yeah, we’ll got together.”
