The man stepped forward, removing his helmet as if seeing his pleading expression would make me reconsider. “You were taken in to be hope because of Dalila’s instance. Don’t make her regret that. This blood isn’t just on your hands—it is on hers.” I had to admit, I never considered how my rampage and lies would affect Dalila, but it was only a minor annoyance. It was too late to regret anything.
