If Stefan still saw Lilou as someone whom he could dispose of any time, that images of the future wouldn't bother him. However, she's the only person who had given him warmth, and her death would give him misery more terrifying than his own death.
"Lexx?" Lilou called out, snapping him out of his trance. "I will go out for a walk. Come to me once you're done with your business with Lena."
Her voice was soft with a touch of loneliness. How could he take a gamble with both their lives at stake?
"Alright." Stefan nodded, letting her hand go reluctantly before hiding his trembling hand behind him.
Lilou stared at him for a moment, pressing her lips together before turning around. Before she left, she glanced at Lena and smiled meekly. The latter smiled back and bowed slightly.
