" You are more alive than anyone I've ever met "
Hot tears slowly descend, wetting my face. I was prepared for anything, but not for her. I was not prepared for her gaze. Scared, but at the same time hopeful. I was not prepared for the sensations I was having. I feel the life slowly slipping away from my hands, but, I know that if I had pressed more with the blade, she would not be the only one to die.
"I don't know what to do," I say, trying to hold in my sobs.
"Fight," she says.
I wish there was a way to fight, but, how can you imagine fighting with something larger than life itself? With something whose strength exceeds that of an entire army? I can't stop thinking of asking you, but when our eyes meet, it seems that, the need for answers disappears from my mind. Looking at her one last time before lowering the blade, my hands begin to shake, I've just condemned us. The brunette in front of me releases a long sigh. I can't be at peace like you are. I can't, even when you give me a small smile and caress my arm.
"It's okay," she says.
"No, no, no. I've cursed us both," I say. My voice is broken by too many tears trying to get out.
"You have no idea," I continue, terrified at the thought of what Odin could do to us. "He'll come looking for us," I say finally, knowing that it's just a matter of time before he comes to pick us up.
"No, you listen to me. We need to rebuild the team. Regroup. Okay? Somewhere safe!" she tells me, and seems to believe so much in what she says; maybe she thinks that willpower is enough to deal with anything.
"Safe?" I ask, trying to bolster myself.
"Yes," She responds decisively, with her usual look, the same look that captured my heart.
"I'm gonna get, Dyson" I say, standing up.
"And I'll find, Kenzi," she says, mirroring me.
"What about, Lauren?" I ask. I know that Bo has not yet given up on her and she probably never will. It's not like her to surrender.
"I don't know where they took her," she answers. I could almost say with indifference, but, knowing her, I realize it's just her way of accepting things.
"You're not like anyone I've ever met," I say, lowering all my defenses. "In any… of my many lifetimes." I add, letting out a small smile. She becomes hesitant. She has tears in her eyes and her cheeks are slightly flushed. I've never seen anything so beautiful. We are one whisker away from each other. She takes my hand, her fingers caressing the back of it. I wish I could let go, but, despite everything, I do not. It's not yet the right time.
"Let's go," I say suddenly, breaking the tension of the moment.
"I'll see you at the Dal" she says, a bit confused and disappointed by my reaction.
I run to the door, but before I open it, I turn to look at you. You haven't moved an inch.
"Sorry, " I whisper, before exiting the room. We are condemned, but together we can do this. Now, for the first time in my life, I want to fight for something that is really important to me.