Kira let out another shaky hiccup, fresh tears leaking from her eyes, her voice sounding extremely small, fragile, and defeated.
"Why...?" Kira whimpered softly, her forehead resting against his jaw. "Why does it have to be one or the other? Why can't you just stay here where it's safe and happy?"
Sol smiled softly, pulling her face back slightly so he could look directly into her wet, blue eyes.
"Because if I were the kind of coward who abandoned his original blood when things got difficult," Sol murmured, his crimson eyes gleaming with liquid warmth, "I wouldn't be the man who stepped out up to save your tribe. I wouldn't be the man you fell in love with."
Hearing this Kira went quiet. His words struck straight into the deepest corner of her heart, breaking through the fog of her grief with undeniable, razor-sharp truth.
She didn't speak for a long while, her lower lip still trembling, but the chaotic storm in her mind slowly began to settle a bit.
