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You know he probably means well. Or he just wants to yell at you—you're not sure. It could go either way, really. Point being, you're not in the mood for either of those things.

This whole day has been a mess. It started off nuts, and it only got worse as time flew by.

You need to be alone. You need to collect your thoughts. And you can't be around people to do that. Especially someone as volatile as Morkai.

Thank the Gods, he doesn't seem particularly inclined to make conversation. He shrugs his shoulders in a careless gesture, moving his gaze away from you.

"Whatever, boy, it's your life. You want to throw it away, fine. I'm not your babysitter," he tells you over his shoulder, for all intents and purposes done with you. That suits you just fine.

You move to get away from him, your destination the bunks below deck. Yet you can't help but tell him one last thing. "I'm not throwing anything away. And I can take care of myself just fine."

He doesn't respond to your words, but his lips curve into an ugly smirk, sarcastic through and through. Fine. Whatever.

You turn your back to him and make a beeline toward the stairs. You need your bunk. You need solitude.

You might not be able to sleep, not after your nightmare and then the bloody attack, but you can take this time to recuperate a little. Find your balance, so to speak. You get the feeling that this out-of-control series of events is nowhere close to being over.

All you can do now is see where this journey takes you…and hope against hope that you are on the right path.

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