"And also, I just want to go fix some minor health problems that I have. I don't look sick, do I?" Zeras said with a playful smirk as he stood up from his seat and slowly moved towards the exit but stopped when he felt two hands wrapped around his waist from behind while strands of purple hair blew across his face."Promise Zeras, that you'll be back soon..." Miara whispered as Zera's eyes looked blankly into the distance.
The variables were too much. The chance of his survival even after he completes the mission, is still close to nil. How could he promise such a thing that was absolutely out of his control? How can he make a fake promise to such a person?
"I promise, Miara. I'll be back, soon..." Zeras said as he felt the hold loosened and he completely exited the revolving door, the SUV driving off into the distance a moment later.
