“I think that it’s better if you leave. Cerberus looks more than comfortable with leaving me alone now.”
If only my body felt as strong as my words sounded, if only it didn’t feel like my feet were about to give out beneath me—if only I didn’t know that it was a bad idea for me to be walking on a foot that had practically been demolished into nothing. I knew that I was either going to have to perform a miracle and treat myself, or I was going to have to go to the doctor, and I didn’t consider the latter of the two to be an option, more like a last resort.
“He might be comfortable with leaving, but I’m not. Have you seen what your foot looks like?”
Why was he fighting so hard to stay? Why did it seem like he was doing everything in his power to make sur
