"He is already gone," Jun replied, holding on to Sol's arm, her tears now flowing as she wrapped her arms with his while her feet awkwardly dangled above the ground. "Why do you hate me now, isn't it enough that I am alive again that I could be near you?"
"You're a trojan horse."
"Trojan?" She furrowed her brows and frowned. "...I am not of earth, I do not know that breed of horse, but if I could-"
"It's not a breed of horse, it means you are the enemy's martyr, made to befriend with the intent of betrayal," Dina clarified.
"I hate to agree but it just makes too much sense to think otherwise, your presence complicates the decisions Master has to make from now on." She admitted, standing at his side and resting her hand on his arm keeping the woman off the ground.
"But just because she has no place by your side doesn't mean you should freely trample her beneath you, Master."
