This situation can't possibly end so easily… right? Ugh. I still remember the days when it was just me and my scythe, cutting through tall grasses like a simple farmer. Feels like it was only a week ago…
Wait. It actually was only about that long ago… I wonder how my sister's doing now. She must be so worried about me. I should go back home, but not like this. Alone, and not with… these.
Anna's clinging to me, Powder's standing off to the side, pretending he doesn't exist. Coward. I can see he wants nothing to do with my love mess—traitor. Roxy is swinging her axe around, yelling at Anna to let me go. She refuses to accept this, not that I do either… And Amara's watching me with sharp eyes, scanning me like she's trying to read my every twitch and breath.
What can I even say? Help? This is my mess…
"Can I talk this over in private with Anna? I have some questions for her." I finally say, trying to man up and take back some control. What a shitty life…
