"You know, Snow… I'm really grateful to you.
"I never trusted anything on the battlefield except my own strength… but you've grown strong enough to keep pace with me.
Watching you soar honestly made me happy. For the first time… I can give someone my back without worry. I don't think I've thanked you properly—and I might not get the chance later, so…
thank you."
Snow Lionheart's presence .. and his willingness to give so much for my sake .. made me genuinely grateful, so I made sure to say it right.
But no reply. Only silence, broken by the steady rhythm of his breathing.
I turned his way to find he'd already passed out, mouth open, gulping the air around him.
Seeing how fast he crashed… I didn't know what to say.
"Weren't you the one who said you wouldn't let me go anywhere? In that state, you couldn't stop a fly," I muttered, lying back again.
I stared up at the tent's tattered ceiling.
I closed my eyes slowly, and the sound of my thoughts echoed in the dark.
