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As expected, one of Luna's guards came up to me as he saw me moving away from the crowd. I had no clue what they expected me to do in the middle of the ocean, but I decided to entertain the thought.
- "Where are you going?"
- "I need air."
- "You aren't allowed outside alone."
- "I'm unarmed, what do you think I'm going to do? Break someone's neck with my own hands?" –I scoffed- "I just want to get out."
- "I'll escort you."
- "You mean you're keeping an eye on me in case I try anything."
- "Luna doesn't trust your people."
- "For what's worth, I don't trust them either. The ones that aren't here I mean, which is why we came looking for your leader's help."
We got outside, closing my eyes and taking in a deep breath. I knew I wasn't allowed to wander around, but I couldn't help and be curious about the place so I spoke with the guard escorting me, convincing him to show me around the place since I wasn't ever coming back.
- "What would it take for you to welcome someone here?"
- "You wouldn't fit in here."
- "I didn't mean me."
- "We take people from different paths of life: orphans, people fleeing from wars, and those who are simply tired of the fight and the kill."
- "Like Luna."
- "Yes."
- "Do you have any contact with the exterior? Aside from your ambassador in Polis?" -the man negated with his head- "So, if someone moved in here with you, that'd mean I wouldn't be able to visit, correct?"
- "Correct."
I nodded and resumed walking by his side. I was obviously thinking of Jasper. From what I've seen, maybe this place is what he needs; there's always something going on in Arkadia and definitively at Polis. I can't ask him to move there with me. We're surrounded by warriors there, Azgeda, and it'll probably remind him of Maya every time someone mentions Lexa. Maybe this is his place: somewhere to just live, not fight for survival.
- "The boat will be here in an hour."
- "I know. Just make sure I get my bow back, Lincoln made it for me and I can assure you if anything happens to it..."
- "You knew Lincoln?"
- "We all did. He taught me all the basics of fighting and to defend myself, to use the bow, swords, tracking..." –I sighed as we got outside- "He was the brother I never had."
