Emerging from the confines of Anakt Garden and liberated from the clutches of the alien instructors, you guide Till through a realm illuminated by cascading stars, revelling in the sweet embrace of newfound liberty.

Yet, amidst this euphoria, a nagging sensation grips Till's consciousness as he gazes upon the figure of the boy before him, his grip on your hand loosening with each passing moment. Withdrawing slowly, he retreats a step, his mind consumed by a tumult of emotions. Why was he so uneasy? Why did he feel this sudden pang of guilt and reluctance?

"I'm sorry," he murmurs, his gaze fixated on the ground before reluctantly meeting yours. Your expression tugs at something deep within his core. "I can't come with you."