ANDOR.
"We are still talking." Said Bjorn. "Please, sit down. We know that you are upset. " And I did.
The air was thick with tension. Bjorn scratched the table with his fingers while I sat down.
"I'll be honest with you."
I scoffed. "Now, you want to be honest?"
Bjorn ignored me and continued. "We all hoped that you would find Iris, and she would join us in telling you that it was worth it in the end."
"Betraying me? Or stealing from me. Which of them? " I laughed. "You don't know her. She would have asked me to proceed because it's what I wanted. And you don't know me either because you would not have opened your mouth and said that to me."
Bjorn kept quiet. Floki's thoughts kept making him smile at himself, and the wine was making him go mad.
"We are sorry," Bjorn said.
"The worst thing about betrayal is it never comes from your enemies."
"We'll help you find her," Bjorn said.
