Gilas clicked his tongue as he watched his cousin bow her head down low so hard that it made a small thud. It was as clear as day that Pinra wasn't herself. She should be better than this… Sharper… More dangerous…
It almost made him want to pity her.
"What makes you think I'll say yes?" he neutrally asked.
Through the bars, he watched as Pinra raised her head up to him again. Her forehead was bloody now, drops of red liquid dripping down her face even as she smiled madly at him.
"You… You have to! We know each other, right?!"
He narrowed his eyes at her answer. She sounded desperate… as if this was her only option if she wanted to live…
"Gilas, don't tell me you're seriously considering getting in there with her in that cell," Clara scoffed, her arms crossed as she stared at him. "She's clearly unstable."
