"Will you come with me?"
"I am going with you."
I replied instantly the next moment.
She didn't say anything for a while.
Her voice trembled—not just from weakness or fever, but from something deeper. A quiet plea wrapped in exhaustion and the ache of too many broken things.
"Not like this. Will you come with me? Away from the north? For forever?"
Her words hung heavy in the air, like ash that refused to settle.
I stopped walking.
The silence of the abandoned mine swallowed everything else, leaving only the sound of our breaths.
For a moment, I didn't respond.
Not because I didn't want to.
But because I didn't know how.
Forever.
It seems like she's seeing me as some kind of knight in shining armor.
Which isn't wrong, by the way, considering I saved her from Bjron—but my main objective was Bjron from the start.
Even if she hadn't been captured by Bjron, I was going to kill him.
It seems she has some kind of very big misunderstanding.
