Chapter five: "that day was stuck on repeat in my head."
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[50 minutes after last chapter]
Clothes, weapons, food, and essential equipment was being loaded into the aged caravan while I leaned up against the lumpy, brick balcony. My eyes converted between the eradicated crops which brought a sense of sorrow and dejection into the city, and Audric releasing the crucial objects into the monotonous vehicle.
Even after I've apologized about the unfortunate event, it was very impervious to abandon. That day was stuck on repeat in my head. The precise moment when I set that field ablaze, losing not only my dear father, but the perspicacity that was locked up tightly inside me as well.
I've done better, made a critical change that impacted whether I would be safe enough to travel to see my mother.
I should be content, so why aren't I?
Deciding to pack my notions away, I scamper all the way down to where Audric is located, throwing my emotions and propositions into the frail automobile.
"Do you need any help?" I ask him, swatting at a tiny mosquito fluttering around me.
A smile is shared with me before he benevolently rests the luggage zipped up with weapons on the defective flooring before climbing up into the operating area.
"Not anymore. I just need you to hop in and then we're almost ready." I do as he answers, catapulting myself into the scruffy machine.
"Almost?" I queried, crossing my legs over the neccessities while rubbing my head on the pertrubed cover, tossing and turning and diligently trying my best to find a comfortable position.
"Agnes is still gathering the rest of her belongings." He unfurls the colorless awning which exposes a gigantic civilization of suitcases and garment bags assembled on top of each other.
"Why she is acting as if this is the last trip that she will ever venture on is beyond my comprehension." He adds.
"That reminds me, why is she even tagging along with us in the first place? We don't know her. For all we know she could slit our throats without us ever figuring out what had hit us."
"I already explained this to you. She was curious enough to volunteer to accompany us on our way to your mothers. If I didn't trust her enough you know that I wouldn't have agreed to bring her with. I promise you that I wouldn't put my life in jeopardy, let alone yours."
"Now, what I need for you to do is trust me. I've been protecting you for sixteen years. Neglecting my role as your protector isn't one of my intentions."
The man does have a point.
"I'm only acceding to this because I actually have trust planted inside of you. And I don't feel like arguing with you today, that's another reason. But, if we do perish when she gets back, you better believe that I will be haunting you in the afterlife till the ends of time."
"I expect you to have some superior trust in her."
"I do. She's an advantage. We have been searching for fighters for who knows how long, and now we can take a very protracted break. If we collide into trouble on our expedition then we'll have some help."
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