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Silence.

Heavy.

Sharp.

The truth usually is.

She looks away first, scanning the wrecked cabin again before dragging a frustrated hand through her hair. “I don’t even know you.”

“Yeah.”

“And somehow that’s supposed to make me feel better?”

“No.”

That catches her off guard.

I see it immediately.

“You’re not even trying to sound trustworthy,” she says.

“I’m trying to keep you breathing. Different priorities.”

A laugh almost escapes her before she catches it, which surprises both of us.

“There’s something deeply wrong with you,” she mutters.

“Probably.”

Snow slams harder against the windows.

The lights flicker once overhead.

Nora notices too.

Her shoulders tighten slightly.

“You really think I should go with you.”

“I know you should.”

“And if I say no?”

I hold her gaze.

“Then I stay here anyway.”

Her lips part.

“What?”

“You heard me.”

“You’d just… stay?”

“Yeah.”

“That’s insane.”