"I... They said I need to do this my self. I do not know what that means but I do not want to drag you into my mess." He cried out to Niniola.
"Remember what I told you? You remember, right?"
Niniola stopped running, looking back at him without moving her body. She was still backing Sunday with some hundred meters of jagged rocks and growling forms between them.
"What?" Niniola yelled back at him.
"When the Wolf attacked me then... back then at the forest after I was knocked out clean and I got back?"
"You said many things." Niniola chuckled. "I'm fact, you were being the brat that you were. Talking of how you wanted to get revenge and how your Father wanted you dead while I tried to convince you otherwise. Practically, you said alot of things." Niniola turned her body now, facing Sunday, a sly smile on her face.
