"He won't listen," Ethan told me.
He just had to talk with Michael. They needed to settle whatever grievances they had as soon as possible if what I was thinking was actually what was going on.
"Well, you have got to try. You can't just assume." I said to him,
"You saw for yourself, he loathes me." He said,
"Which is justifiable. There is no other way out of this, someone has got to say sorry." I told him.
"There must be another way around this." He said,
"What is wrong with you? Wait, wait a minute, it's been so long and still, you are mad at him for preventing–you from ever getting the chance to remake Amara." I sighed and scoffed, turning away once it dawned on me.
"I'm such an idiot," I said, realising the writings on the wall.
"All this while–" I said, with a smile.
"Do not even think what I think you are thinking." He said,
