"—opening the doors for the Visigoths to invade," I finished with a shrug.
Yuri crossed her arms, lips pressing together in a way that suggested she still wanted to lecture me but was too amused to commit to it.
"You're still an idiot for pretending that hard," she said finally.
"An idiot who survived," I said.
She blinked at that… then sighed in defeat. "Ugh. Fine. But your nostalgia spiral is getting worse."
"Is it that obvious?"
"Yes," she said flatly. "You look like a wolf pacing in a cage. And you're one bad mood away from jumping the city walls just to punch a bandit for stress relief."
…She wasn't wrong.
Not much i could do, i may have had a peaceful life for twenty something years on earth, but here... here i had know almost three consecutive years of nothing but war.
I rubbed my temples and exhaled slowly.
"I need to get out of here," I muttered. "Not for war. Not for politics. Just—out."
Yuri's eyes softened with something like concern. "Where would you go?"
