“This isn’t payment, it’s a white flag. And an olive branch. I want to be your friend.” I stop dead in my tracks. I can hear screaming and yelling starting in the chapel, and I flinch. Memories of my time in the Game surface, and I shove them away. I don’t have time to deal with my own issues right now. “What?” “I don't have friends either. I want one, and I want one as fierce as you.”
