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.

but laugh at the

at her with a playful smirk. "You know, if we die together

off guard, and after a moment of silence, Quincy cleared his throat,

the silence, "It

worry. We're not dying

They had reached a dead end. Behind them, the pursuers were closing in, and ahead was a steep drop. The cliff didn't look impossibly high, and

voice firm, "Lydia, are you

not," she replied, her voice

Lydia tight. The pursuers skidded to a stop at the

How are we supposed to report this?"

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

group turned back,

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