I ran for weeks waiting for the pursuers to show their faces.
But none came across me. All I saw was freedom the likes of which I hadn't dreamed about for a while.
Where were the ones who desired the flames of Samadhi?
Where were the ones who showed envy whenever they saw me?
No, they should come after me. They ought to consider who I had just secured.
But then again, that woman is an odd one. How did she succeed where I could never? How did she learn the patrol patterns of the jail, when and where the traps were hidden in the sewers, and how to find me?
She was the suspicious one.
Maybe the reason no one came after me was that there was no need to. This woman acts as a savior, she should be an enemy that is after me and Captain. That's the only way to explain it.
"Don't think too hard Farhad, it never bodes well for you, when you do," Remira warned while eating the porridge after who knows how long.
