Perhaps I shall make it easier for you. Even if you did think to betray me, it would not matter. Today is my final day here. I will take the choice out of your hands. She stood where she was, stared down at those hands, and sighed.
We were inseparable, once. Her voice was a muted, distant whisper. You do not remember this. But I do, now. Now that it is too late.
blade kuroda