Kide and I spent the next few days packing and getting ready for our trip. I didn"t enjoy the fact that I"d be going in on my own, but I also didn"t want Kide to see me making a fool of myself if I needed to grovel. I remembered everything like it was second nature: the layout, the numerous halls to explore, the pleasure of every night spent there until the end when it all went to Tartarus in a pithos. Looking around our tiny house, I sighed. I had a feeling that I wouldn"t be back here for a long time. I slung the pack over my shoulder with a few changes of clothing in it and took Kide"s proffered hand.
"Are you ready?" he asked softly. I saw in his watery, sad eyes that he knew how hard this would be for me, and with this first step being done on my own, I knew that he felt terrible for
