"Yes," Daniel replied, and I could see determination fill his eyes. "They have been trained for a day like this, Zidane. Do you want to march?"
Zidane nodded slowly. "Yes. I want to march. I need to march."
"Zidane."
"Even without my core, I think I can be pretty efficient."
"You don't have to go without it, Zidane."
I turned, and the bloodied healer was by the door, soaked in his own blood, sweat, and tears. Zidane gave a small scoff as he turned away, then started to pull his shirt.
"Believe me, Zidane. I swear. I can..."
"Silence!" Zidane's voice boomed, his eyes wide. "You aided my mother's death. You aided every single thing up to this moment, and you would never have said a word had Daniel mot briught you down here and tortured you. Your loyalty depends heavily on who is in po
