"They have the support of Forgotten Suns. If things get bad, they can call for reinforcements."
Nyxtharion's eyes narrowed slightly. "You know Layla and the others don't like the Forgotten Suns. They won't ask for help until the very last moment."
Jack didn't answer immediately. He gave a half-shrug, flagging down a passing server.
"A drink," he said, before leaning back again.
While the drink was being prepared, he found Nyxtharion still watching him.
"What do you want me to do then?" Jack asked. "Last time I barely escaped from Earth. I'm not going back there. It will be just another fight with her."
"Jack—"
"I'm not going back, Nyxtharion."
The dragon's tone dropped slightly. "Amelia knows your history with Layla. She wouldn't have contacted you unless it was urgent."
"…"
"Jack, you should return."
Jack took the drink when it arrived and stared into the glass for a long moment.
He didn't say yes, but he didn't repeat his refusal either.
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Morrigan's POV
