"That's not what this is about," she spat, fists shaking at her sides. Her heart was pounding so loudly she thought everyone in the room might hear it.
"Oh, isn't it?" Damien shot back. "Then tell me…why the hell do you want to die so badly? Because that's what this is. You haven't even taken a damn shot at living…and already you've decided it's over!"
Pain flickered across Luna's face. He saw the heartbreak, the guilt, the weight of a thousand invisible burdens she carried. Her hands curled at her sides, nails digging into her palms.
"A-actually," Kyllian stepped in awkwardly, raising a hand. "We… we kind of sorted that out."
Damien turned. "What?"
"She's going to give it a shot," Kyllian said quickly. "Anyway…she's still planning to sever the bonds. She made that clear. She's going to do what she needs to do, but no matter how this ends, she isn't choosing either of us. Not me, not you."
