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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.

Wilfred arrived. While Pharaoh would handle Micah's physical dependence on the medication, Wilfred's role was

had died because of him. She was right

didn't kill her, but she died because of me. I never imagined that death could be so

welled up in Micah's eyes,

Wilfred's voice was calm.

harsh, and sometimes, there's nothing you can do. For her, death might have been a release

lost in the slave camps When Pharaoh was conducting experiments, Seth was sabotaging things from within. How many

an entire nation depending on you. If something happens to you, what will become of them?"

his

pressed on. "Micah, as the leader of the Yaren Tribe, you are accountable to your people and your nation. You're not just an