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EnglishVoice Age
Teen (13-17)Accents
North American (General)Transcript
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Will could hardly watch. Lyra was doing the cruelest thing she had ever done. Hating herself, hating the deed, suffering for Pan and with Pan and because of Pan trying to put him down on the cold path, disengaging his cat claws from her clothes, weeping, weeping will closed his ears. The sound was too unhappy to bear. Time after time, she pushed her demon away, and still he cried and tried to cling. She could turn back. She could say, No, this is a bad idea. We mustn't do it. She could be true to the heart, deep life deep bond linking her to Pantelimon. She could put that first. She could push the rest out of her mind, but she couldn't pan. No one's done this before, she whispered, shivering Lee. But Will says, we're coming back. And I swear, Pam, I love you. I swear we're coming back. And she pushed him away so that he crouched bitter and cold and frightened on the muddy ground. His eyes never left liras face and Will could see her, making herself not look away, not avoid the guilt. And he admired her honesty and her courage at the same time as he was wrenched with the shock of their parting. Then Lyra gave a cry so passionate that even then that muffled mist hung world and raised an echo. But of course, it wasn't an echo. It was the other part of her crying in turn, from the land of the living, as Laura moved away into the land of the dead, My heart will, she groaned and clung to him, her face wet and contorted with pain.