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daemons are sort of similar; grown-up daemons anyway. And the Specters get bigger and stronger as they do..."
Will felt a dull horror at his heart, and Kirjava pressed herself against his breast, feeling it, too, and trying to comfort him.
"So every time I've used the knife," he said, "every
He remembered , and she saw him he hadn't even begun to know; and she thought of his mother, and she knew that he was thinking of her, too. To abandon her and live with Lyra, even for the few years they'd have together, could he do that? He might be living with Lyra, but she knew he wouldn't Iorek Byrnison, in the cave where he'd forged the knife again, saying, "What you don't know is what the knife does on its own. Your intentions may be good. The knife has intentions, too."Lyra's eyes were watching him, wide with anguish."Oh, we can't, Will!" she said. "We can't do that to people, not let other Specters out, not now we've seen what they do!""All right," he said, getting to his feet, holding his daemon close to his breast. "Then we'll have to, one of us will have to, I'll come to your world and..."She knew what he was going to say