Alright, so quick recap before we get to the part where I am apparently about to die for a completely reasonable decision.
After we bumped into Lillith and her squad of emotionally concerning people, all seven of us headed to her camp. Nice place, actually.
Cozy fire, decent lighting, absolutely terrible company, because that's where we met Liam. Liam… who I wanted to punch on sight. Don't ask me why.
Instinct.
Vibes.
The universe whispering in my ear, "This man needs to be hit." Nora took one look at him and her face folded into raw disgust like he'd personally offended her ancestors. Because, well, he had done something worse, he looked at her...like she mattered, and I guess that pissed Nora.
We talked for a few hours, random stuff.
Training.
Tests.
Food.
The tragic downfall of Kent's dignity.
Eventually everyone went to sleep, and for once nothing exploded in the middle of the night, which I counted as a win.
Then morning hit.
We woke up.
Stretched.
