Qeya River do you don't you want me to love you?

Phillip lingered for a brief moment, watched his friend walk away, turned towards the body, felt a bit of bile burn his throat. He quickly jogged to Zephyr's side, just in time to hear his jest.

What? he gasped. Of course she wouldn't! Would she? Well.. W-we're not going to die, so it doesn't matter anyways. And he'd keep trying to convince himself of that as they walked.