Faith POV
"How?"
Wyatt stood, face calm and eyes blank, but voice betraying him easily. Or maybe I was comparing what he once sounded like to a child and I was no longer that. When I made no attempt to explain he further added, "This wasn't supposed to happen."
Regal as ever, I stared straight ahead meeting his gaze, giving nothing away. Though his words had clawed their way out of my buried memories for a reason. I was surely missing the full scope but with what came back to me, I had made a decision. Even with the nagging thought 'could this be used against me? And had my emotions placed him in danger?' I acted.
"Your blood can protect anyone Fatima... it can cripple an adversary, protect a loved one. All that matters is intention." I was nothing more than a child but he whispered this to me.
Fatima. No one calls me that.
"Only you can change its tenor. That is the gift I've given you."
Yet... standing in front of him now, I had to wonder was this man my comrade... or foe?
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