Without giving Sierra Sullivan and Jayce a chance to speak, Nathan Thorne took his leave.
He didn't walk fast, but each of his steps was remarkably steady. Watching Nathan's retreating figure, Sierra felt a strange sense of trance. Logically, as he walked further away, his silhouette should have grown blurrier. Yet, in her eyes, his stature seemed to grow taller and more imposing with every step.
"He..." Sierra started to say something, but the words caught in her throat. Ultimately, she just gave a slow shake of her head. "It's good. Knowing what you want to do, what you need to do, and striving for it—that's a wonderful thing."
Jayce walked over and took her hand. "Yeah! It's a good thing they found their calling. We should be happy for them."
"And what about us?" Sierra blinked, staring straight into his eyes. "What should we do?"
