If You Leave, We Are Truly Lost
"Why?" Black asked softly.
The word drifted into the tense hall like a ghost—so quiet, so thin, it could've passed for a breath swallowed by the wind. But somehow, it sliced through the room sharper than any blade, stopping even the thoughts people hadn't dared to speak aloud.
Leon turned, slow and uncertain, his face caught somewhere between confusion and disbelief. Black, who rarely strayed from duty or broke composure, had spoken out—not in defiance, but with a tremble in his voice that carried raw emotion.
"Why are you abandoning us?"
That single question thundered louder than any war cry.
Black stepped forward, his boots striking the marble like a soldier still clinging to something unspoken. His fists were clenched at his sides, eyes locked on Leon—not with anger, but with a wounded loyalty. "Do you think we're… a burden now?"
