If you choose not to help me, then I am afraid you are on your own. The choice is yours."
They are harsh words, but in the face of a much harsher truth, I would consider them anything but unjustified. I will not risk my life, or the life of anyone else for that matter, being put on the line for an act of feeble minded treachery and ignorance to the greater issues of Faey. The angels are not the problem, nor have they even been. The problem is ourselves.
And, of course, my brother.
"A little harsh, Soren. Delina is our friend, not our enemy," Kal whispers into the palm of his cupped hand as inconspicuously as he can muster to manage- which is to say, not much. But Delina doesn't even hear him.
"Are you honestly giving me this choice- you'd kick me out of Sezeria if I don't agree?" Delina asks, almost begs, stumbling forward a fraction before halting in front of my gaze. Folding my arms tighter around myself I merely reply:
