“That doesn’t matter now. I’m begging you. Please run away or back away or drop the crossbow, or something. If I have to kill you defending this bastard…” He trailed off. He didn’t know how to finish. It will destroy me. It will gut me. Every time someone draws the sword, I will look for you, and when you aren’t there, I will remember that you’re gone and that I failed you twice over and I will pray for the great god to grant me a quick death.
