Final Preparations (3)

"Uh…" He searched for words as I glared at him.

"Don't get me wrong," I added. "I'm still seriously pissed off." I put my finger against his chest and pushed him inside the room, then closed the door behind us. "I wish you did a lot of things differently, and I sure as hell want to burn you to a crisp."

Fetheion's eyes widened. "Right…" He mumbled.

"But I won't." I breathed out. "Mother just told me that both of you will join the battle. I'd rather if you didn't." 

He flinched.

"But you will, and that's perfectly understandable. So," I took a deep breath. "Don't you dare die out there, cause we're not done here."

"I don't intend to, don't worry." He smiled. "I appreciate you coming here to tell me all this." He hesitated. "I was avoiding you… I didn't want to anger you even more."

"I'm aware." I sighed. "Right, that's it. We'll have a talk after this whole ordeal is over and done with." I turned my back on him and reached for the door.