Panel 1: Rose and Iz are sitting on the couch. Iz is crying; Rose has her arms around him.
Rose: You're shaking. You should lie down.
Panel 2: Iz lies down on the couch with his head in Rose's lap.
Rose: Thargin Halfelf was brought up to be an assassin. It was all she knew. But it wasn't all she wanted to know.
Panel 3:
Rose:
Deep down, a part of Thargin fought back against what everyone said was
her destiny. She barely acknowledged this part of her, but sometimes,
without warning, it surfaced.
Panel 4:
Iz: I sense this isn't just a story about an elf.
Rose: I have no idea what you mean.
Alt-Text: "This story bears no resemblance whatsoever to the things that keep happening to me."
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