Sweat started to bead on Quincy's forehead, and he silently cursed himself for his foolishness.

They continued running, but Lydia was quickly running out of steam. Despite pushing herself, her heavy breathing made it clear she couldn't keep up much longer.

"Quincy, go on without me. Don't worry about me," she panted.

"No way. Get on my back," Quincy insisted.

Lydia froze for a moment, shaking her head. "N-no, I'm too heavy."

"Come on, if we waste any more time, they'll catch us," he urged.

Realizing the urgency, Lydia didn't argue further. She wrapped her arms around Quincy's neck. "Am I too heavy?" she asked, feeling guilty for slowing them down and wishing she had trained more.

Quincy shifted her on his back with ease. "You're light as a feather. No problem at all," he said, trying to comfort her.

couldn't help but

know, if we die together like this, does

question caught them both off guard, and after a moment of silence, Quincy cleared his throat, deciding to

voice broke the silence, "It

chuckled, "Don't worry. We're

dead end. Behind them, the pursuers were closing in, and ahead was a steep drop. The cliff didn't look impossibly high, and there was a chance they could survive the jump. But

his voice firm, "Lydia,

understood immediately. "No, I'm not," she replied, her voice

the cliff, holding Lydia tight. The pursuers skidded to

now? How are we supposed to report this?" one of

If they're not dead, they're at least crippled. Let's just

back, deciding the

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