Sprinting through the forest, chasing down Zephyra, wishing he didn't have to, he can feel you slowing down, your strength waning. He knows you can't outrun him. I'm sorry, Zee. He whispers. He knows his orders. As you trip down a hill, he seizes his chance, pinning you to the ground as you try to get back up. As he wraps his hand around your throat, he can feel tears starting to well up in his eyes. As you start to black out, you lift your hand to his face, cupping his cheek.
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