The way they had escaped death so many times was like a miracle, it was pretty amazing how they had narrowly avoided it so many times and she knew that they weren’t going to keep getting out of it easy. Their luck was bound to run out but there was slither of hope in the fact that before that she could get him to the Capital. All she needed was to get him home, for him to be in the Capital, safe and sound. Not worrying about when his next meal was, or who was next out to kill him. Worrying about avoiding the rebels, shelter and his injuries that would only get worse not being treated. This was not the life for him, and it should never be. 

[color=f49ac2][i]Caspain was right. We shouldn’t have gone back together. He will go back to the Capital… I can’t go there. No matter what he says about fighting for us… it won’t. We can’t. Not after everything[/i][/color]. Already she could feel her thoughts taking a downturn, as if she was setting up herself for the worst. As if by thinking it would help the idea of them having to part at the border, that she had to let him go because there was no future for them. [color=f49ac2][i]It won’t work will it?[/i][/color] There it was the little bit of doubt that was nagging her because she wanted it to work, she really cared for him. It wasn’t just that though, she knew she loved him. Although they both had admitted it under circumstances of facing death, she felt like it was true, she knew it was true deep down, [color=f49ac2][i]but maybe it means I do have to let him go[/i][/color]. 

It seemed like they were both focused on moving, walking at a pace to get out of there because the silence between them was deafening. Though it didn’t last too long as about halfway she heard him speak up again and she had nearly forgotten the kind of injuries he was facing, it was silly to think they could just run to the border without having to stop. Though thankfully they had put enough distance for her to feel safe, glancing around she couldn’t see anyone following them. [color=f49ac2]“I’m so sorry, it must hurt.”[/color] 

Watching as he dropped to the floor she kneeled down by his side as concern filled her eyes, afraid that if she touched him, he would just break. [color=f49ac2]“Don’t apologise, of course it hurts. I shouldn’t have kept pushing us.”[/color] Tugging at the long sleeves of her pale pink dress she moved over him at dabbed his forehead to help with any residue sweat. [color=f49ac2]“I wish I had some water for you.”[/color] Letting her hand drop she reached out grabbing his hand gently in hers smiling, trying to keep positive because she only felt like the end for them was coming. 

[color=f49ac2]“I can keep watch; do you want to try and rest? Sleeping could help. It’s meant to start the recovery progress and then we can look at moving later.”[/color] No matter what time they did have left together she would keep him as safe as she could. With the attack on prison she was certain that the rebels would be more preoccupied with that disaster rather than following them. Did the rebels even know they were gone? Perhaps they thought they were dead in the crumbled building as no one came for them. [color=f49ac2]“We must be about halfway now; you will be home soon. I promise.” [/color]