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“If we start arguing over who’s the weakest member we’ll become too divided to survive even if we make it through this. We don’t have enough time to argue this.” Alessio’s voice was defiant, but scared.  “Let me get just one thing right, and finish this.”

Nithel had looked back at his friend, forehead wrinkling. Pain is in his eyes, heartache. But still love. Loyalty. I’m the type of fool who would rather all die, than betray a friend… But, would that truly be the fool? Nithel stared at Alessio, kindness, maybe the smallest trace of a smile. You are loved. You have value. And he nearly groans in his soul for Alessio to be spared.

He manages to turn his gaze away from Alessio, and look at Jericho. Most of the emotions snuffing, at least from his face. He wonders what she will say. Man satakhtaru? ‘Am tufadal ‘an yamut aljamiea? Lakina hadha al’akhir kathir al’amli. *onward thoughts*

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