Cooking your own last meal was wrong.
I knew that even as I washed the nettle, no gloves on my hand. I felt that if I did not feel the sting, I would be lost.
Nettle…
I was just going to boil it. Make it as a side dish for the gruel. It would be my last meal if Nick didn't stop looking at me so as if he didn't love me anymore.
I didn't want to beg it of him. I didn't want to make him turn his back on his own people.
I didn't want to die, either.
"Sylvan," Amdis sat by me, putting the salt and pepper in the boiling nettle.
"Yes, Amdis?" He was someone who knew who I was from the start. Someone I knew was going to leave as soon as I was dead.
Were Desmond, Nick, and Nate going to remain together?
They were a unit, yes, but they were a fighting unit.
What about Aron and Titan? Was Titan even going to survive my death?
I watched as he placed more of the sauce over one of the pigs that was on a split.