Firefly Glen the truth and my lies are now falling like the rain

Despite his divided attention, Osiris nodded in reply to Hydra. "I won't," he promised after a brief pause, his voice quiet. Even though his patience had been wearing thin, he wouldn't disobey her. 

Hydra reprimanded Spica soon after Osiris had made his promise, and he stiffened. He was ready to assist as needed, and he was sure Anatares was, too, but thankfully they were not needed. They had made it to the edge of the glen, and Spica raced away—but not without getting her last word in. He wasn't bothered by what she had said, as he felt that the opposite was true—she was the one in the no friends club. She had been all alone, after all. 

"Good riddance," Osiris snorted, watching as Spica disappeared from view.