Becky POV
The second wave of pain hit hard.
"They have taken him." Master whispered.
"Would they kill him?" I asked, my voice hoarse.
"No, they need you, so they'll keep him alive. You need to get up now; there's no time." The master held out his hand to me.
I agreed to train because I felt it. The pain and everything this bond could do to us.
Although I wanted to run home to my mother and demand answers, a weak man was a dead man.
The moment my knees hit the cold stone floor and I begged Master Justice for help, something inside my chest twisted violently; there was no turning
"I'll do it," I said hoarsely, lifting my head. "Whatever it is. I'll train."
Master Justice studied me for a long moment, his sharp eyes peeling me apart layer by layer.
"Training here is mercy," he said. "It's survival. Many walked in, but few were able to walk out."
"I don't need mercy," I replied, fists clenching. "I need power."
Behind him, the other old man stood silent.
