"Where were you yesterday?" Cassian asked once again. Azriel took a deep breath, sucking in the air that his lungs were desperately asking for. He stared at Cassian for a few minutes before moving forward again, raising his sword.

“Tell me, Az.” Cassian easily moved to the side, dodging Azriel's attack.

"Why do you want to know?" Azriel asked, already feeling a wave of anger surge through his being. He hated people taking control of his life, or nosing around.

He stopped and watched Cassian's steps and how he looked like a prey to his best friend instead of the warrior he really was, but deep down, he knew he was the one to blame for it all. Cass knew that Azriel's mind was elsewhere, other events, other people. You.