"So… are you sure you didn't lose it?" Lydia asked.
She'd seen me fighting Nexar. Well, not fighting exactly, since neither of us can hurt each other, but more like Nexar enjoying my breakdown.
[Not gonna lie, I enjoyed the show.]
'Shut up.'
'I'm not letting that psychopath into my crew.'
[Oh! You will.]
His confidence was so irritating.
"I'm fine," I said, waving it off. "What about your training?"
Lydia was sitting beside me under the tree, sweat still clinging to her neck.
"I can now use the first three steps on instinct. The fourth step is… still not good."
She looked down, trying to hide the disappointment in her tone.
"The fourth step is nothing like anything you've trained before," I told her, smiling softly.
"It'll take time to adjust to something that foreign."
"Hmm.." She hummed, clearly not happy with her own pace.
"But still… mastering the first three before lunch is already a feat."
