silver is the grip on the helping hand

She closed the distance between them again, and he felt much like a cornered animal. She spoke, her words coming from a place deep inside of her. They only increased his panic. "Don't look at me like that!" He said sharply, his voice rising. "You don't know me!" He was yelling now, and he couldn't stop. "You don't know me!" Affection was dangerous, it got you killed. He broke all of his mother's painful lessons when he befriended Delphi, but the way Bylgja was looking at him was even more terrifying. Vulnerable. He didn't even know her!


His face was damp, and he wasn't sure how or why. His throat burned, and his chest ached from more than just the impact of the deer. "I can't do this, I release you from your debt." He said. His vision blurred, and he backed further away from her. Bringing him closer to the cliff's edge.