"I am not going close to that guy. Azrael!" Nat retorted, only to be ignored by her. The usual.
"Fine, Don't come to me later. I will make you regret it." Nat already knew what Kronus wanted and what could trigger her. But that idiot is annoying to talk to.
"Goodluck. I will pray for you." Oliver finally spoke up, giving a dab at his back and about to walk away.
Nat didn't even notice, he was standing there all this time. Seeing Oliver, Nat got a new hope, "Where are you going? Come with me." Nat held onto his sleeve, with pleading eyes.
"No way. Go alone. She told you to do it. Don't drag me with you." Oliver struggled to break free from Nat's grasp.
"Aren't we sworn brothers? How could you leave me like this?" Nat looked at him with teary eyes trying to give in to his request. He needs moral support.
