“You asked me…if you’re weaker than me or if I’m just better at hiding it.” I glance over at him. “I’m just better at running from it, I think.” “Running from it, huh?” Lo says in thought. “That sounds exhausting.” “I’m not tired.” I bow forward, my elbows on my knees. I rip the edges of the plastic label with my short fingernail. “I think I could run until I die. I think I would’ve. Then I had to stop and go back…” “For security.” “For Luna,” I say. It was always about Luna.
