“I…I know we are going to the south. I’ve been following Simon, hoping that he knows where he is going.� She whispered to him, seeing the attempt at a smile, but knew it would be hard with the bandages.
When he asked about what they were going to do, she bit onto her lower lip, and turned to look in the completely opposite direction of Crimson to stare off at the vast grasslands. After a few minutes, she shrugged her shoulders and inhaled.
“My parents won’t be there…Arca won’t be there.� She shut her eyes, fighting off the images of what had happened, replacing it with images of blackness, darkness, nothing. “I know, and believe me, I considered that option for a long, long time. I thought about it, and thought about it, and a part of me still wants to turn you in Crimson. Because maybe, maybe if you hadn’t taken me this wouldn’t have happened. And if it still had happened, I would have died with my family. I would rather have that, I would have rather died with them, to have gone through this.� Her words were harsh, but she was quiet.
“I’m sorry Crimson. I am. But, I’m going to go south. I’m going to go with Simon, I’m going to find a cure. I don’t owe you anything, or I shouldn’t owe you anything, but I am going to help you.� She whispered, picking at a few blades of grass.