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Martyn's POV
Every single moment of every single day, Mia has been begging me to find a way to end the war peacefully. I've never seen her so passionate about anything! However, my point still stands, it is not my war to end. Besides, we need the protection of Honeydew Inc and their other allies; if HatFilms found out we were undefended they'd kill me... I shudder to think what they'd do to Mia. Unfortunately, we've been unable to begin an assault on HatFilms. Honeydew Inc, despite their connections, have yet to decide on a new place to stay. Currently, they're hiding out in the base, hoping the forest will keep our cover. This is fortunate, in a strange way, because Toby is rather ill. He's been getting muscle twitches, head aches and keeps forgetting things. The worst part is, I can't even diagnose him with anything; it's like nothing I've seen before.
Mia sits before me, playing with her mushroom stew. She's barely eaten anything, or even looked at me. I finished my meal a long time age yet I can't bare to leave her alone at the moment. This whole situation has hit her hard and it must seems like it's all my fault. Eventually, she lifts the spoon to her mouth and takes a silent sip. Her hair falls over her eyes, further concealing any shred of emotion she might convey. All I want, strangely, is for her to be mad or sad and furious. Anything but silent. After a few more moments of painful silence, Mia gets to her feet and heads to the exit. I rush after her and grip her wrist. Mia sighs,
"Martyn, please, let me go." She loosens herself and turns to me,
"Mia, I need you to talk to me. I...I can't bare it." I beg. Mia takes my hands in hers,
"Look, Martyn, If...what I think is going to happen, happens then... I think it would be best that we didn't get attached to each other." She admits,
"Wh...what do you mean?" I question, trying to deny what she's saying,
"You can't protect me in a war, and I may not be able to protect you. So, to save us both from some heartbreak then it would be best for us to not be... friends." She explains. I grip her hands even tighter,
"Mia, I promise to protect you. I will throw away everything else to keep you safe during all of this." I promise. Mia seems no more reassured, "While I can't get out of this war, I'm not giving you up because of it, okay?"
"Alright... sorry, I was probably being kind of selfish." She apologises. I pull her into a hug, resting her head on my shoulder, running my fingers through her hair. The slightly floral sent of her hair tickles my nose. Our time together is interrupted by Toby stumbling in,
"Toby!" I exclaim, "your supposed to be resting!" I scold, leading him back to his room,
"Wait. We've just had word from Honeydew Inc, they want us to meet them at Kim's base." Toby explains. We all look at each other, panic setting in. Kim lives miles away, probably two days journey and with Toby so sick you can add at least an extra day to that! That's far to long to be out in the open. This is such a ridiculous thing to ask of us!
"Okay." Mia nods, " Martyn, start getting things ready, I'm gonna take Toby back to bed to get him as much rest as possible before we leave." She instructs, placing her arm around Toby and leading him away with great care. Her sudden willingness takes me aback, yet I appreciate her effort. After a moment, I proceed with the instructions I have been given. I scavenge through our supplies, deciding which items should take priority. Personal items, although they shouldn't, take the forefront of my mind. In some ways, it's lucky Mia doesn't have a lot of belongings because she wont have to make any hard decisions. I need to calculate the exact amount of food supplies we will need; enough to keep us well feed but not so much that we should be weighed down by it. Kim will certainly have her own stocks of food supplies so I won't need to be quite as concerned once we have arrived. However weaponry and raw materials may become spacer as the war drags on and I certainly don't want Hatfilms to get their hands on my weapons if they come by while there away. Therefore, I decide to carry as much as possible and what we can't take, I will hide a short distance away. Once I have written myself a checklist, I begin packing all of our backpacks and placing a few small loads onto the horses. Finally, I put the armour on the horses and stuff my pockets with anything that will fit.
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