GRIFFITH'S POV
"I just don't want you to die, Griffith," she said as she cried into my shoulder.
"I know," I said as I kissed the top of her head. I gave her a pained smile; I was touched by how much she worried for me. I wanted to comfort her so badly however, I unfortunately didn't have any words to comfort her with that wouldn't be a lie. It hurt me to see her so distraught. The situation I was in was tricky, Viktor could kill me at any time. Not to mention Courtney had said the three of us would die during the coup. She also said that regardless of our actions we would die anyway.
"I understand and appreciate your concern and I'm sorry to make worry like this. I won't ask you to pretend to be happy, but can you at least not cry like that? It's like you're grieving for me already. How am I supposed to feel when I'm standing right here?" I asked her.
