tastethatpinkvemon
Funny," the thief murmured, "I don't remember you rushing in to save us."
"I was fifteen," the hero said. No excuses. No apologies. Just truth. "I couldn't even lift a sword properly."
The thief stared. Then, abruptly, they laughed-a harsh, brittle sound. " THAT'S your defense? Pathetic."
The hero didn't flinch. "It's not a defense. It's the truth."
For a long moment, the thief said nothing. The fountain's water dripped from their sleeves, from their hair, pooling at their feet.