Freya's POV
I shook my head forcefully and said, "No." "There must be an alternative."
The guardian's silver eyes stayed motionless and icy. "There isn't."
I balled my fists up. "You want me to take death for granted as if it weren't real."
The moment felt even heavier when the wind rustled through the remains. Finnick was standing next to me, his mouth tightened and his shoulders stiff. Since the guardian had told me the truth, he had hardly released my hand.
I begged, "You don't understand." "I'm not prepared to pass away."
"Never is," the guardian uttered quietly. "But destiny doesn't wait for you to be ready."
My chest was burning with anger. "Then, fate is unkind."
Finnick took a step forward and spoke sharply. "What happens if we don't stop the entity now?"