the flawless creature and shook her head. "I'm not going to sign."
Mhya Jezick paled. "What? You have to sign. We agreed."
"We didn't agree to anything. I said if you wanted my soul, you would prove to me that this wasn't something that only happened two thousand years ago. I never said I intended to give you my soul."
"You—"
"Healing seems like such a benevolent thing," Dayne interrupted. "So kind. I could make everyone better, rid the world of ills, put an end to disease." She sighed. "Except I couldn't. If I did nothing else with my every waking hour, I could heal only a few people. Who would I choose? How could I decide which people deserved to live, and which would have to die? I am only one human being. I can't make those decisions—they aren't mine to make. I do what I can to hold back death, but the right to decide between life and death belongs to God—and only God."
"Then watch that child die, and know that you could have prevented it," Jezick snarled, and pointed at the little boy on the other side of the glass wall.
Dayne shouted,