Rose was agitated.
"I'll try to keep myself first. I mean, I'll think of myself first if such a situation arises."
He touched her forehead with his. His hands were shaking and she could feel it.
"I'm scared, Rose."
Rose was scared too. The beautiful life she had now was like a fleeting dream that would break from the slightest touch of the harsh reality. She had always thought that she would someday go to fight by herself. That's why she was fearless. But love, love made her hesitate. She had someone who she wanted to be with then how could she want to leave him?
Wasn't that why she was scared?
She had worried about her parents. But they had her brother. Maybe they would be okay without her. But now, she felt that these kinds of thoughts were wrong. You can't just reduce your importance to a person. Most often, what you think is a reduced version of what others see in you.