"So," Anna's voice trails into a long, playful note, "are we going to get Powder, or are you going to sit here all day like an idiot talking to yourself, hm?" She points ahead, right at the road that leads to Powder's home.
"That…" I chew my words back, the hesitation thick on my tongue. Maybe the farmer's life really would suit him better…
"What a wuss. And here I thought you called yourself the leader of Rewrite. Turns out you're just a coward after all." Her white eyes glimmer with something wild—and something else too, something faintly wounded, like my doubt cuts deeper than she wants me to know.
Her words sink into me sharper than any blade. Coward... The word sticks, heavy, and I can't shake the bitter taste of it.
