"All that just to kill you?" Luke asked when I had finished sharing my vision.
"It's been like that since they learned I held Fate's divinity," I said.
"Yes, but…so all this has been a sham? They don't care about Sylvarus at all. It's just an excuse to keep you here, in a city where you can barely defend yourself. They're using the elves as shields."
"I know, but…" I sighed, slumping against him helplessly. "What else can we do?"
He was quiet for a moment. I looked up as he tensed. He was holding his breath and avoiding my gaze.
"What is it?" I asked. "You can say it."
He hesitated a moment longer before saying, "Fine, but you won't like it. We have two choices, not just the one you think. We could leave. If the church is really after you, the inquisitors and their forces will follow. They'll never summon the archon, never initiate a war between the factions. Never cause the thousands you saw to die."
"But then…what? Do you think they'll surrender to you if we leave?"
