Lina was not going to run.
Lina hated that option. She had two good pairs of legs and still refused to sprint. He wanted her to dash for the mountains, screaming bloody murder? Tough luck.
They were going to figure this out one way or another. It could take all night, the entire week, or even month, but they were going to solve this issue.
Lina knew distance and time did nothing for her. She was slow, but she learned. Five years. That was how long she put between them. Yes, she finished her education, obtained a career she didn't expect, and worked hard. But there was always something missing. She didn't want to admit it at that time. She had too much pride.
Being shot in the chest woke her up.
Human life was short. Lina could die at any moment.
"Dove…"
"All I wanted to do was communicate like grown adults. You live for a millennium and still haven't learned how to use that damn mouth for anything, but manipulation."
