Twyla collapsed onto the floor. Tears fell down her face and sobs shook her body.
"Oh, Bastian," she mumbled over and over again. How could he ask for her forgiveness? He was doing what he could to keep her safe and to protect his people. What more could she ask for?
And what could she really do on a battlefield besides die? Or be a distraction? Bastian was right. She would get in the way.
But didn't she have a responsibility to die with the rest of them?
