'If I can't heal myself, how can I finish the mission?' Defeat laid heavily in Avina's voice and she looked helplessly at her wounds. Her hand clutched the bloody shirt and a defeated chuckle left her mouth. 'I don't want to fail the mission.'
'You don't have to,' Ming comforted. Failing for the first time is hard for any host. Of course, he didn't want Avina to fail. It'll look bad on his resume when he requests for promotion.
'You don't have to say anymore,' Avina sighed. The pain had seared the last bit of sensitivity in her. Now, all she could feel was numbness. 'I failed.'
Ming opened his mouth and then closed it. His hands hesitated to stretch forth and his brows wrinkled. He was evidently troubled but Avina couldn't see it.
Looking at Avina's crestfallen expression, Ming sighed in defeat. 'Fine, you win.'
