When everyone had stepped out, the atmosphere became even more tense. No one understood why Donovan wanted to see Acheron alone– especially now, when they should be doing something, anything to get him in better shape before they reach the shores of Mariana.
Even Esme looked as confused as the rest.
Althea sat on a barrel nearby, her guilt crushing whatever was left of her optimism. She had been too afraid to go in, to face him when he was clearly in so much pain. It's just that… she's never seen Acheron so down before.
He was always the lively one among the group, and now this happened to him. She found it unfair that he was going through such torment all by himself.
When Revana approached her, quietly leaning against the edge, her arms folded as she pondered on the severity of the matter at hand, she could hear her sister catch her breath.
"Why… Why do you think Don wants to see Archer?" she asked, her voice trembling.
