Well, it's only my half birthday. And it's only my half birthday as Nona.

I don't remember who I am, you see. Nobody does. My body is nineteen, but she's not mine.

[Nona smiles when she feels Quin's hands in her hair. It's nice. This last few moments of care. At least she can die as Nona. At least she can die with someone she loves.

She really is the luckiest girl in the world.]