The end is near

“How is your arm?”

“I said don’t fucking talk to me!”

Alistair remained silent for a moment but his eyes were full of pain and something that looked like guilt.

“Sera please your arm is broken, I just want to help.” he said in a mournful tone.

“You want to help? Sera glared at him with a heated expression. “If you want to help, you can start by telling me the fucking truth! Tell me why you cheated and lied to me? Tell me why you hurt me again and again!

You can start by telling me why you dragged me into this whole mess of a fucked up relationship we have!... If you can’t even do that, then don’t say another fucking word to me!”

Another tense silence followed as Alistair hung his head in shame. Sera felt her frustration grow as she watched her arm heal. She should be out there fighting that traitor, not sitting helplessly in a cell with this coward that couldn’t even answer her question.

“I was 13.” Alistair mumbled.

“What?” Sera snapped irritatedly.

“I said I was 13 when I created tha