The sound of aggressive footsteps echoed in the hallway followed by…
"Cassie, wait up!"
"What?" Nadia turned aggressively to face Arwen, her expression complicated as she stared at the Banshee.
"... Running away won't solve anything. Death will still come."
"Do you think I don't know that!?"
"I…"
"I thought I'd managed to escape it but no, the curse still came, and now…" Nadia trailed off, feeling choked.
Arwen bit down on her lower lip, feeling guilty for being the bearer of bad news.
"I'm sorry."
"..."
"It's all my fault, if I hadn't slept, none of this would have happened."
Seeing Arwen turn melancholic, Nadia realized that she was being too hard on the young girl.
In the first place, she was blaming the wrong person.
It wasn't Arwen who decided to kill Arthur.
She was merely a messenger, a mouthpiece for the entity seeking to claim Arthur's life.
