I stare at Greg, hardly believing the words coming out of his mouth. Leave the fight behind? Start a family? Those were dreams I locked away so deep, I almost forgot I ever had them.
"You...you can't be serious," I say slowly. "Just walk away? After everything we've been through?"
Greg takes my hand in his, those rough fingers calloused from years of combat. But his touch is incredibly gentle.
"I've never been more serious about anything, Rosetta," he states firmly. "We've sacrificed enough to this damn war. Isn't it time we made a life for ourselves? One without looking over our shoulders every minute?"
I open my mouth to protest, to remind him of our mission, our vow for justice. But Zander cuts me off.
"He's right, you know," Zander pipes up. "You two have earned your way out, ten
