Freya shoots me a sideways glance before turning to face me completely and crossing her arms. She bites the corner of her mouth while staring at my hand still extended in her direction, as if that simple gesture were some kind of carefully laid trap.
That's probably exactly what she's thinking.
"Come on… you have nothing to lose."
"I do… my life. Following you means death."
"Ouch…"
That's all I manage to answer. I can't really say she's wrong, either. Any attempt to defend myself would only open space for another exchange of barbs, and honestly, I'm already tired of that game.
So I let my shoulders fall on purpose, faking an almost theatrical defeat, as if her words really hit home.
Maybe her words did land a little, when I look at Lola's heartbeat on my HUD and feel the guilt.
But in the end, I'm done holding a pose all the time.
