I didn't want to drag down this girl.
During my journeys, I'd dealt with countless deaths.
And almost all of them were my fault- they happened because people were near me.
"Sorry but I'm going alone."
Neira didn't stand aside. "I still have your cloak. I washed it and it's drying. Why don't we meet mother before leaving?"
"Are you even listening to me? I'm not taking you with me."
I'd had enough of people dying because of me.
"Look I'm not sure what your problem is but this desert isn't something you can cross on your own." She came close. "Think about it. What if your hunger took over again?" She whispered.
If that were the case, I'd have just dealt with that.
Besides, even if she came with me, wouldn't she have to cut her hand or something, again? And wait, that'd be even riskier.
"All I needed to know was how to get to the capital. That's it. You don't have to go with me."
