Aziel looked at Arthur with a smug look as he stepped closer, the confidence in his stance unmistakable. The fading light cast long shadows across his features, making the smugness appear almost predatory as he advanced.
Arthur snapped upwards and started to rise to his feet while backing up, his movements jerky with panic and exhaustion. "Look, just leave me... I-I'll be dead weight if I come along." His voice was tinged with desperation, a futile attempt to push away the unwanted help.
Aziel's gaze became more fierce, his blue eyes narrowing with determination as he continued his approach. "I don't wanna." The childish response carried an undercurrent of iron will that brooked no argument.
