The memories were still fresh in her mind as if it had happened yesterday. The fear when the large python had appeared right in front of her, venomous snakes scattering all over the floor, the bloody wound on his shoulder where he had been attacked by the eagle, the concern on his face when he faced the toxic swamp.
That place was a living hell for her. It had given her nothing but nightmares.
And he had planned to go back to that hell without even informing her beforehand. He didn't even feel the need to tell her.
She only found out when he was about to depart.
Oh, he was revisiting the hell they had barely escaped. No big deal.
He had casually told her to wait for his return. No big deal.
He assumed that she wouldn't be angry or worried.
He never understood her fear and worry. He always assumed that he would be alright.
