“Nyx, you need no warrior nor savior. From what I have witnessed you endure fearlessly all that you come across. You run alone. And I thank the gods that the blood on you truly was your own and not Chaot, for I had thought—and feared—otherwise.” He had believed the blood was hers. She wanted to tell him otherwise, but was worried what that would incite, and if it would lead to her becoming a lab rat. “Yet, you still helped me escape from the cave?” “I would have helped you escape even from the depths of the Underworld.”
