She pressed closer to him for a moment, wanting to pretend that question didn't linger between them. Lavender didn't want to die that was the thing. After feeling conflicting about surviving the battle and sometimes wishing she didn't, now that death was looming she didn't want it. Because if this were the last chapters of her life, it was rather pathetic.
"It doesn't matter what I want. It's already in motion." She had seen it twice. More importantly she felt it, so much more since Bianca was here yesterday. "I'm already marked and I just have this feeling, this very bad feeling that's different than any other feeling I've had before."