"Part ways?" Darren didn't think she'd consent to the alternative that didn't favour them both.
"All we have to do is just get on good terms, Armin!" His eyes had sunk, and his face looked troubled There was no way he'd agree to them separating.
"You'll die out there. The orcs will turn you to a bed slave in no time! Armin, thoroughly consider this. You'll lose the book, and you'll lose everything else. We both need one another, you need to agree."
He couldn't read Artemis's blank expression. The ropes loosened, and she untied her arms, before moving to her ankles. She got up, doing a small stretch routine before picking Zircon up. "Goodbye."
"Hey wait! You're joking, right?" He grabbed hold of her arm, stopping her from moving any further. She turned to face him, "Do I look like I'm joking?" Her face was as stern as ever, and he sighed.
