#Chapter27
---Butter knives can be dangerous-02
He was sitting next to me not even daring to do anything to help me, like he always did when it came to me and Jett. Don’t really blame him though since the last time he tried to help me, his wing ended up on fire and he had his leg broken in three places. Let’s just say Jett saw only red when he tried to feed me broccoli.
/"Jett, please… I know you don’t want me to go. But I have to. Believe me. Otherwise I wouldn’t be going./" I tried my best to be convincing. As much as I could be while still lied down on the floor with a crying gnome on me.
/"But then who will take care of you?/" Not caring that I actually had very easily breakable bones, he sat on me with a loud thump and let the waterfalls flow down his face.
/"I will be fine./" I muttered with tears in my eyes as my back almost broke into two. The midget was heavy.
/"If you die, I will kill you./"
