"I don't care, I'll do it."
Her words were jarring, as if what he'd just said had no bearing on her mind.
"You don't care...? I don't believe you understand what that would entail. You would be trapped within Rowan's mind possessed with hatred and demonic essence, unable to move or exercise any autonomy. You would be a drone, hovering endlessly in the backseat of another."
She stepped forward, both physically and metaphorically brushing aside his words.
"I don't care."
She looked over at the demon-possessed Rowan, his mouth still hanging open in a laugh.
"It's weird, seeing him like this. He believes he's just met me, yet has treated me with the same kindness that I remember. It would be a mortal sin for me to leave him here to die."
She smiled, rubbing the back of her hand against his cheek.
"One I wouldn't be able to live with."
Corien couldn't help but mutter a 'what' out of confusion.
"I don't understand, all this for a boy you've just met?"
