The Noble Stag

Do you really think that’s what I want?

I know that none of this is what we wanted.

Of course I want your help, Elijah. I just don’t know if it’s a good idea. Especially whenever you decide that I don’t need your help any more.

Then I’ll help you and do not worry, when you don’t need my help anymore, I’ll break the sire bond and you’ll be free of me. You won’t even think of me when this is over.

It’s whatever you want to do, Elijah.

Only if it doesn’t bother you. I want you to choose if you want my help or not.

No. I want to, but I don’t.

I will help you first. If you accept it, of course.

It’s not as bad for you as it seems, Elijah. All you have to do is tell me to stay out of your life.

Do you honestly believe it is easy for me?

Because I can’t be important to you anymore, remember? If it’s anything like what you’ve told me before, then… yeah, I think I am.

I broke up with you because you’re important to me. My life hs too many dangers and I didn’t want you to be involved with it. I was hoping we wouldn’t have to go through this.

Not important. What do you need to know?

How can it not be important? If you’re sired to me. It’s rare that something like that happens, but I need to be sure.

Obviously. I don’t know. I’m fine, I guess. I’m not used to being sober. Or the heightened thing.

Who? It might take a while, but you’ll get used to it with time. I need to know one thing, though.

I can’t keep my mouth shut, that’s how. A–– a friend found me, got me inside after I woke up.

Did someone kill you? How are you feeling?

Just fucked up one more thing.

How did it happen?

What’re you lookin’ at?

What happened to you?