I'm not sure what's worse: knowing she's hurting herself more with every step or knowing that what she's running from is me.
"Nova!" I call again. "Stop!"
I need to catch her, make sure she's okay, and then kill the people responsible. We don't have time for this.
I follow her path until, finally, in the distance, I see her. She's clinging to a tree with both arms, panting to catch her breath.
As I close the distance, her eyes snap to mine. Our gazes lock for a moment, and I think she'll stop. She'll see the truth in my eyes that I want to hold her and help her and figure out what the f**k is going on.
Instead, she stumbles away from the tree and into the dense foliage hiding a steep ravine.
There isn't even time to issue a warning before she pushes through the leaves and falls away.
