This only meant we needed to start moving. Immediately.
I frowned at her.
"Then we need to leave now. The church can't kill them if we aren't here, right?"
Nisha sighed, folding her arms across her chest. My cloak — the one she'd torn apart to improvise a bra — was still wrapped around her.
"Does it make any difference though?" She shook her head slowly. "You think the church cares whether we're here or not? This gives them a justification to deal with trash. Those Eternal Light bastards, they'll swoop in and kill every damn person. Octavia. Poor Ephraim. The other villagers." Her jaw tightened. "Some of them, especially the women — I can see the nervousness in their eyes already. Turns out word has spread about a Heretic in the area. They're suspecting us."
My frown deepened as I studied her face.
"You're saying that no matter what we do... just because we crossed these people's paths by chance, they're fucked? They're all going to die?"
