Cole sat on a wooden bench outside, staring bluntly at the clouds. He didn't have much going for him since he saved Gothel: no home, no safety, and a huge target on his head.
The Mayor of Sant Flores offered Cole free accommodations, but he declined; the last thing he wanted was to feast off their kindness. Cole only had one question puzzling his mind.
"What now?" he wondered.
'If everything is still 50/50, then there's a chance Gothel isn't safe because of me,' Cole speculated.
Even if Gothel was a deity, Cole couldn't guarantee her safety against other Indulgers and supernatural entities; after all, every being in both False and True Earth wanted his head. He had the idea of sending her to live in True Earth, but if she had a dark history, then things could easily go south.
Simply put, the largest strain on Cole's mind was considering Gothel's future. He couldn't be so reckless as to take her everywhere he went; in all honesty, he wasn't even certain about his own future.
