"I'm sorry," Frey said. "I shouldn't have fallen for it. I was stupid."
Doevm, whose frown had slowly deepened throughout the explanation, shook his head. "I understand."
Frey furrowed his brow. "You do?"
Doevm rubbed at his wrists. "I know the War Monks better than most, unfortunately. First they implant themselves in your life, then they learn about you and try to isolate you. If you had been captured, you would have been broken. Trust me on this one. There was no 'right' choice."
'Doesn't feel like it,' Frey thought, glancing at Olpi's neck. The marks Owen gave her might have been healed away, but the memory was fresh like an open wound.
"So, what are you going to do now?" Thomas asked.
"Well…I want my nephew back." Frey repeated. "And maybe Gwen too."
"Are you going to go alone?"
Alright this section of the story got out of hand, but it's finally done! A bunch of stuff happened irl and I faced a butt-load of challenges as a writer that I've never faced before, but I believe I finished strong. Criticism time! Give me your feedback and help me grow! I know the "mini-arc" wasn't the best, so don't be afraid to point out a few things you didn't like about it. There is a difference between hate and constructive criticism, alright? Please comment.