Flashback ( PDFDrive )

Alvar moaned, and that seemed to rally Fitz’s determination. “Want
to do another round of probing?”
She tightened her grip on his hand, sending any energy she could
spare.
But their words were seriously scraping bottom.
CLOAK!
CAVE!
SKILL TRAINING!
RUY!
BRANT!
“How is this not working?” Fitz asked, the words practically a
growl.
“Because there’s nothing left!” Alvar told him, his voice thick and
strained. “Just accept it.”
Fitz snorted. “I’m sure you’d love that.”
“Don’t they say the definition of insanity is trying the same thing
over and over and expecting a different outcome?” Alvar wondered.
“HOW CAN YOU REMEMBER THAT AND NOT REMEMBER
WHY YOU JOINED THE NEVERSEEN?” Fitz screamed. “YOU
REALLY THINK—oh.”
He staggered back, dropping Sophie’s hand and clutching his chest.
“Are you okay?” Sophie asked, grabbing his arms as his knees gave
in.
He would’ve collapsed completely if Biana hadn’t caught him by the
waist—which made it pretty impossible to believe him when he said,
“I’m fine.”
“I think he needs some air,” Biana warned. “You take him—I’ll stay
here and keep an eye on things.”