"Why would you get me killed?" Eilika questioned. She saw the flash of recognition in his eyes; the fear he had just voiced was tied directly to Liliana's death.
Damian went quiet, his shoulders slumping as if he had suddenly lost the energy to argue. The defiance drained out of him, leaving only an exhaustion.
She waited for a long moment, watching him struggle with the shadows in his mind, before heaving a sigh.
"Damian, if you won't speak, we will never find a solution," she said gently. "You aren't hurting me with this silence; you are hurting yourself. Your silence isn't a shield, it's just a way to ensure your misery never ends."
"I told you I wanted to be alone," Damian stated.
"I won't leave." Eilika walked back to the bed and lay down, pulling the duvet over her shoulders. she turned her back to him, refusing to look at him after he had shut her out once again.
