Ravi nodded, "I did, so don't worry, I would not let anything happen to our home."
"We. I am here with you, Ravi. I would not let you do it on your own."
His words made Ravi feel guilty; he knew how much Arlen did not want him to carry any burden on his own, "I know. I am really sorry about this."
Arlen's eyes narrowed as he felt the air grow heavy like the atmosphere was pressing in from all sides. His skin prickled as if the very participles making up his flesh had been pinned in place, locked by some unseen force. The surrounding space shimmered like it was being compromised.
Arlen fought back the urge to fight against this ability. It was almost microscopic.
"Ravi." He felt a pain in his heart, was it because…
"You are not weak, Arlen. When I was your age, I had not even accomplished a quarter of what you have. I am sorry, the next person I have to fight is a little….I won't harm him, I promise."
