Max's fingers froze above the glowing screen. He turned to Ash.
"What are you saying?"
Ash's eyes stayed on the fire, watching the flames twist and break apart.
"We've already done more than we should have. If the military's not coming, there's no reason to stay."
Max let out a breath through his nose.
"You want to leave these people behind? What about your friend? You're just going to let him die?"
Ash was quiet. The fire cracked. The smell of smoke and ash filled the air.
"He's my friend. But I won't trade your lives for his. I can't lose any of you."
Max stood. The screen hovered in front of his face as he walked a few steps away, its cold light painting his features.
Ash looked up.
"Where are you going?"
Max didn't turn back.
"It's late. We need sleep. You won't survive a fight like that without rest."
Ash clenched his fists.
