I sat on the armchair in the living room, yawning every couple of minutes. Reth had finally dragged himself back to the couch and collapsed without saying another word. David, Lend, and I had a huge argument over what to do next. Eventually, we agreed that we should stick it out for a little while and see what happens next. Mostly because it was already late in the evening when we decided it. I had also volunteered myself to take the first watch to keep an eye on Reth, although none of us thought he was going to try to go anywhere. He certainly wouldn't get very far even if he tried. But, just the same, here I was on watch the faerie duty.

Reth appeared to be out cold on the couch, and I couldnt help but stare. In all the time I had known him, He had never once acted anything less then invincible. He was the all high and mighty faerie, and I was just starting to think that it would take a miracle to slow him down, he always seemed to evade everything weve thrown at him in the past. He was...and always had been..pretty much strong enough to take on seemingly anything. Now hes passed out on our couch. Whats stopping me from getting revenge? I'd considered the thought multiple times. What was stopping me from giving him what he deserved for everything he had done in the past?

Nothing. I thought Absolutely nothing.

But I didn't move a muscle.

Maybe it was the fact that he just looked so...vulnerable that made me stop, or maybe..somewhere deep down...I still gave a crap if he lived or died.

Maybe.