Of course, he'd feel the pull to go out there, to see what the world had become beyond the safety of the base, to stand on the frontlines where he believed he belonged.
But he held himself back.
Their connection was still shallow, more obligation than bond. Blood-related, yes, but that didn't mean closeness. Not yet. And because of that, Ethan didn't feel he had the right to ask for more, to make demands, to insert himself into her plans.
On top of that, City D wasn't a simple destination.
It was far, far enough that the journey itself would be dangerous. And Kisha wouldn't just be traveling; she'd be leading. Every step forward meant responsibility. Every decision carried weight. If even one of her subordinates died under her command, that burden would fall squarely on her shoulders.
Ethan understood that.
And he didn't want to add to it.
Kisha, on the other hand, saw it differently.
