XANDER
"You can't keep going like this," Halo complained. "You really need to rest."
Sighing, I tried to ignore Halo's increasingly frantic pleas to take even a little break, but how could I when the familiar ache had already settled between my shoulders? I really was tired—exhausted, even. I hadn't had any proper rest since the White Claw festival.
There had simply been too much to do, and it always seemed that when I finished one task, two more cropped up in its place. Most days felt like I was trapped in a never-ending cycle of work.
"Then delegate some responsibilities, at least," Halo advised.
"But you know I have," I argued. "There are just certain things others cannot possibly do for me."
Halo had nothing to say to that, because I was right. Still, I promised myself I would rest once I finished my more pressing tasks.
