It had been their last fight, their last real fight.
"It's my duty as well!" Tekla had shouted, her voice strained. "It's my duty to stay at your side, to prove that we care for our people, to prove that we are not cowards and do not run!"
But slowly, he shook his head. His voice was soft with his grief. He wasn't a man of words, but when he did speak, they resonated. "No," he answered. "Your duty is to save others. Your duty is to keep living."
Back then, living seemed far too hard, especially without her father.
