The TerminalDark wisps of smoke drifted out of the entrance from inside the terminal. I turned to say something to Vigil, but when I saw the despair etched on his face, I decided against it. Vigil was probably lamenting the loss of his ride home, but my concern was focused solely on Lianne. I wasn't sure if, mentally, I would be able to absorb the loss of another person who had been close to me. Losing Kedge and Lianne in the same day would be too much. Despite all of Vanth's training, I would become broken—emotionally and physically.
Bofor exited the vehicle and carefully approached us. His worried look mimicked our own. “It doesn't look good. Do you plan on continuing?”
“We have to. We have no other option,” I admitted.
Bofor nodded solemnly and grabbed the guitar. “Let's do it then.”
