"Is it really ending?" asked Mira as she burst into my office. "Yes," I replied.
"I can't believe it!" she said, with her expressive eyes wide. I am a little surprised as well. I didn't think my little threat would end the war within days.
I didn't plan to interfere until the assassin attacked me.
He is still in the bedroom, frozen with terror in his eyes and mouth open wide. He cannot talk to anyone through his mouth or telepathy, nor can he change his expressions communicate.
He is well and truly frozen, and it had terrorised the woman.
"But our work is far from finished, the patients are coming, and they will keep coming through the week and more. So, there will be no rest," I said, and the girl smiled, a little tiredly.
"How do you feel about wanting to become a healer now?" I asked. Earlier, she had only seen a small glimpse of it. In the past few weeks, she had seen the true reality.
"I want to become a healer even more now," she replied, and this time, I smiled.
