Dervan stared at her, confusion on his face. For a moment he said nothing, his expression was like that of a statue, as if she had just said the wildest thing he had ever heard.
"So you want to die, after all?" He wondered, taken aback. "Then why bother coming to me?"
"I don't want to die!" Alessia snapped. "It's just the only way I can think of to avoid taking part in the mission."
Dervan adjusted his posture at the edge of the desk. "Don't you think that's a little too dangerous? Your fragile body… I mean, can't you think of something else?"
Alessia shook her head slowly. "There's no other excuse I can give to get out of it. This is my only way."
'She's a little too desperate... ' Dervan mused with a frown. 'I'm not sure if that's a good or bad thing...'
"I understand." He said. "But we have to plan this thoroughly… or I might just end your life by mistake."
A shiver ran down Alessia's spine. 'He's not going to do that on purpose, is he?'
