The labored breathing of our armored stallion was more audible than ever. Despite being given a {Heal} tablet, it wasn't as if Joshua or Angela could regain their stamina. While I no longer saw Scott from the Fort as a coward, the reality that Reapers would be self-serving remained with me.
'I will not share my abilities with them until I am certain that they will not betray me. '
Only in the face of death would one show their true colors. Bella was extremely wary of this and hammered this idea into my head in the short time we were together.
"Huff. Huff. John, what are you doing on the cliff?" our horse asked hoarsely.
"Bungee jumping."
"White boy, stop jerking around. You jump, you fall. You fall, you die."
Right, from a mounted cavalry perspective, deliberately going to a cliff limits what they could do. Perhaps since I had killed both Cyclops, my words carried more weight with them.
