Reina watched Zoey leave with a deep pang in her chest, but she had come to accept her fate. She didn't really know why she felt grateful towards a pirate, but she couldn't afford to dwindle on it.
Reina rose to the ground, staring into her hands and the clothes she were wearing.
The weapons, daggers and poisons, were once badges she wore proudly, but now, after being thrown into the horrific jaws of the truth and the sense of danger looming over her.
Reina understood that she couldn't continue doing this anymore, she couldn't be an assassin for the Resistance anymore, they would probably start looking for her if she doesn't return to the Resistance immediately to report what transpired.
But that didn't matter anymore, she had made her choice, and she was going to stick with it. If the organization wanted her dead, she wouldn't go down without a fight.
