"Why?"
Faustina couldn't take her eyes off the opened doors still closing ever so slowly, the loud creaking getting inside of her head. The vultures were not entering the gates, as if they were repelled by a mysterious force. To Faustina's side was Anakin, still panting from the run. Faustina couldn't help but grit her teeth—and before she even knew it, her hands moved on their own. Her fingers dug through Anakin's collar, pulling her towards him with an aggressive yank.
"You . . ." Faustina trembled. "We left them . . . !"
Anakin scowled, but he did not dare to reply. Faustina pressed her lips, shoving him away as she scurries back to outside the gates.
"Wait!" Anakin calls to her, but she did not want to hear what he has to say. And before he could even stop her from leaving, Faustina was forced back inside, as if a mysterious force had just repelled her from going back outside.
"What in the world . . ."
