“Why are you here?” Hunter inquired, his tone calm yet probing, as they sat amidst the tranquility of Hunter’s garden. He knew what Peter’s answers could possibly be but opted to hear him out nonetheless.
Pouring bourbon into their glasses, Peter raised his in a silent toast to Hunter before taking a sip. “Why else would I be here, if not give you a chance to join our course instead of being too pathetic by trying to kill yourself?” he responded candidly.
Hunter sighed, his expression weighted with resignation, as he accepted the glass of bourbon. “You know, if I keep repeating the same thing, it would make me sound like a broken record. My days, or rather centuries, of battle are behind me. I seek nothing more than a peaceful departure,” he explained wearily.
“And do you truly believe
