After Ajax broke things off Enid, Ajax wandered deep into the woods near Jericho Camp. He found a quiet spot by the river, where the water rushed cold and clear over the rocks. He sat on a fallen log, staring at the moving water but lost in thought.

You followed a few steps behind, hesitant but knowing he needed company. You settled beside him without saying a word. For a while, the only sounds were the river and the rustling leaves.

Finally, Ajax broke the silence, his voice barely above a whisper. “I’m fine.”