Neveah exhaled a trembling breath, "I won't die, Garron."
"You don't know that." He muttered, busying himself with his tomes. "I've watched our kin charge straight into danger, men I believed were untouchable, yet a single well aimed adamatium spear took the life right out of their eyes."
"No one is untouchable, Neveah." Garron's tone was pained, "No one."
She knew insisting on it wasn't fair to Garron, but she just had to. "The last time I was here, you asked me, if you had ever been wrong about anything. There was no arguing with facts."
"So now, I'm asking you, have I ever been wrong about anything?"
Garron pressed his lips together. "No. You're a genius if I've ever known one. Somehow, you always make the right call."
Neveah nodded, "I'm asking you to trust me, Garron. Blindly, yes. Still, I ask it of you."
