Lion Head Mesa [M]No filter on your mouth

Eyes like marbles bore into Legend's own as Machi took a hesitant step forward, as if stepping onto ice. Lowering his face toward hers, he seemed to search for something in the woman's powder gaze.

You mean to tell me I have a choice? If I leave, nothing will happen? He asked, pink nose twitching as though if he tried hard enough, he would smell the deceit that was sure to waft from her like perfume. If I wanted to, I could simply leave? His voice wavered, an odd mixture of reluctant hope and disbelief.

There had been someone once who had told him he had a choice and had meant it. Could Legend be like that person too? But such people were rare, weren't they? If they weren't, wouldn't he have encountered more of them by now?