"No. You just don't trust me," Sol stated, laying out the ugly truth of the room. "You know the other human tribes abandoned this place. You know the beasts are massing. And you looked at me… an anomaly who owes this tribe absolutely nothing… and realized that if I see the true horrors and decide the math doesn't add up, I can just turn around and walk away. I have the speed of the Dreadwing. Nobody could catch me. I could leave you all to burn."
Zeyra swallowed hard. The facade of the cheap seductress completely evaporated, replaced by the grim, desperate reality of a girl trying to save her people from extinction.
"Yes," Zeyra whispered, her voice cracking slightly, tears of sheer frustration pooling in the corners of her eyes. "Yes, I realized it. You are a god among insects, Sol.
