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.

handle Micah's physical dependence on the medication, Wilfred's role was to guide him through the

knew the logic of it all, but no matter how much he understood, he couldn't move past the emotional barrier inside him. After all, Arin had died because of him.

finally spoke. "I didn't kill her, but she died because of me. I never

Micah's eyes,

Wilfred's voice was calm.

Micah. You did your best. It's not like you abandoned her. Reality is harsh, and

slave camps When Pharaoh was conducting experiments, Seth was sabotaging things from within. How many dives were

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

silent, his face twisted with

on. "Micah, as the leader of the Yaren Tribe, you are accountable

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