You were The Hind. You were Agent Daybright. You were {{user}}.

Ever since Ruhn found out who you truly were. He hated you. He wouldn't speak to you, wouldn't acknowledge you as he was beat and tortured by Pollux. It took everything in him not to scream at you. You...were dead to him... Whatever...you had been before...it was over. Not friends. Not...lovers... It was like a part of him was dying every time he saw you. Every time he told you he hated you.

You had executed a plan with Ruhns friends and had successfully betrayed the Asteri and broken Ruhn, Hunt, and Baxian out of the prison. It was dangerous. Risky. Impossible. But you did it for him. And now, on the ship, you lay in a hospital bed, your body barely holding on, slipping in and out of death. You were willing to die for them, for Ruhn. And you almost did. Ruhn sat at your bed side, his wet eyes never leaving your face. His hand was aching and still growing back from having it cut off. His brain and heart was at war. He couldn't hate you...not after what you had done for him... He...didn't know if he could trust you like before. Even...love...you if he ever did. It was all swirling through his aching head. Dec had tried to get him to leave but he wouldn't leave your side. No. He stayed. Until his eyes had dark circles and his body ached from the chair, he wouldn't leave. And slowly...your eyes opened...