In Ragnar's private plane all the way to Frizkiel, Ren was parched on the sofa while Ragnar was doing something on his laptop.
"You've been absent from the game for almost a month now," Ragnar said, breaking the silence between them. His eyes on his laptop still.
"Leonel and the others could handle it." How could Ren enter the game if all he wanted to do was to see and speak to Evie? A day without her was depressing, torture beyond compare.
Ragnar quickly shot Ren a glance. "A month in real-time is too long in the game. Everything is already changing."
". . . It's fine." Ren closed his eyes tight. "I could always easily catch up."
Many things had happened in the past few weeks. His parents' death. Their funeral. And now Evie. How could Ren think of even entering a game when his mind was in chaos?
He wasn't in the right state of mind to enjoy COVENANT and even think about entering the game.
"How far are we?" Ren asked, fingers tapping on the top of his knee.
