Life is a cruel thing. If not for a single day's mistake, Sheva might be living a different life, when compared to her current one.
A much happier and better life.
Trailing back to the hideout, she saw the duo silently talk with each other. Though it was mostly Max speaking some techniques while he drew something on a paper. The little dwarven boy listened to him without a sound, like a good student.
An odd occurrence to her, but she was not in the mood to watch them both.
"She is alive."
The words of her twisted old friend echoed in his ears. Putting her emotions and beliefs in conflict.
She wished to tell Max this fact, how someone would come there, bringing what can be considered his daughter to him.
