Syl's wrists throbbed against the ropes holding them together. Her gaze followed Akane's hands as the Fox girl took the strip of cloth previously used as a threat, and carefully wrapped it around Amon's palm.
'Tending to his wounds? Well, isn't that cute…'
Syl clicked her tongue.
'So that's it, huh? I just… Followed them without thinking things through. Offered myself up prisoner without a real reason.'
The thought gnawed at her. For years, she'd lived resisting the tribe's chains, clawing and bleeding to keep herself from being reduced to a commodity. And here she was, sitting with her hands bound behind her back, having willingly joined the two.
'Despite everything, I remained with the tribe because it was my best chance at survival. Right now, I am with the strongest around… She clicked her tongue again. 'Am I not doing the exact same thing?'
