Thane
Running away from her is the hardest thing I’ve ever had to do.
Every bone in my body is telling me to turn around and go back for her, but I can’t.
I can’t be around her anymore. It’s too dangerous.
I thought I could walk the line of tormentor and protector, but I can’t. Last night made that very clear.
What if she had died from drowning in the blood that I forced her into?
It was only meant to please the crowd, but instead, she had a panic attack.
A fucking panic attack that I had brought on.
Seeing her covered in blood, gasping for air, broke something in me.
Knowing it was because she was reliving the events of the Last War only made it worse.
No part of me wants to relish her pain anymore.
It doesn’t matter if it’s the bond of the mark or something bigger at play. I can’t keep ignoring the way I feel about her. All I want to do now is keep her safe, which means I have to let her go. It’s the only way she’ll be safe from me.