"You don't, do you?" Ren asked.
Myra said nothing.
"I never had a family," his silent voice said. "Not before coming here. I had parents… but not family."
Myra's expression changed to confusion as she wondered what Ren was talking about.
His eyes narrowed. "Here, I found what I'd been missing all my life. I had a father. I had a mother. I had brothers. I now have a wife. And a friend."
Myra's grip on her sword didn't change, but something in her eyes showed she was listening attentively, even if it was to her, the ramblings of a man about to die.
Ren stepped closer, the frost crunching under his boots. "And that's when I realized, if I have to choose between them and everything else, I'll choose them. Always."
He paused. His jaw tightened. "I'm ready to die. To save the world. Even to destroy it… if it means my family will remain unharmed."
"Remember that, Myra Ross."
He didn't wait for her reply.
With a burst of speed, he charged.
