Leela
“What the f**k do you mean, you’re not leaving?” Orsa hissed, dropping next to me in front of the fire.
“If you’re not coming with me, I’m not leaving,” I replied, steadily.
“Leela, be reasonable. If I stay, I can help your people win this war from the inside.”
“Or, when I escape, King Baka blames you and punishes you, perhaps even kills you.”
The lack of concern on her face told me that she had already considered this.
“We can both leave here,” I pressed.
She shook her head again and I nearly screamed with frustration.
“If I leave with you, we’ll be missed much sooner. We’ll have maybe an hour’s head start – at most.”
“Wolves are quicker than bears. We don’t need a head start as it is. We just need to run,” I countered.
She let out a sound of pure exasperation.
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