Micah gently stroked Freya's head, a smile of understanding forming on his lips. "I'm sorry for making you worry."

"Micah, please, you have to get better. You can't leave me behind. We... we still have so many things we haven't done. Everything feels unfinished." Freya hugged him tightly, her voice hoarse and full of emotion. She was truly scared. If Freya had known that Micah was holding onto an idealized memory of someone who had been flawless in every way, it might not have hurt as much. But with Arin, things were different.

Setting aside everything else, it was clear that some choices had been offered to Arin, but she hadn't taken them.

Freya didn't want Micah to spend the rest of his life drowning in guilt.

Micah continued to gently caress her head. "I understand everything you're saying. Don't worry, I'll do my best to pull myself out of this darkness."

Freya had always said she didn't care about these things, and Micah knew where the real issue lay. He wouldn't hold it against her.

physical dependence on the medication, Wilfred's role was to guide him through the emotional and psychological healing

Arin had died because of him. She was right there in his arms, with each breath fading away. Wilfred empathized with his pain. He hypnotized

was raspy as he finally spoke. "I didn't kill her, but she died because of me. I never imagined that death could

up in Micah's eyes, slowly trickling

Wilfred's voice was calm.

her. Reality is harsh, and

from within. How many dives were lost back Micah, it's not about

and an entire nation depending on you. If something happens to you, what will become of them?" Wilfred knew that the weight of responsibility was the only thing that could pull Micah

his

Tribe, you are accountable to

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