The flames danced as Jay gazed at the fire; the wood crackling every now and then, which was the only noise in the entire makeshift camp; every soldier vigilante for danger.
Jay did not start a conversation with Anya sitting next to the campfire on his right - Jay didn’t despise her, but he didn’t let himself like her at all since she could be taking part in her father’s potentially manipulative tactics.
Jay asked himself, If she knows that I’m being used as a tool by her father to help her level up, then she will be nothing but another overlord in my eyes… Besides, If she cared at all she would’ve apologized at the very least, but no.. She is either ignorant or evil. Jay furrowed his brows a little as he squinted at the fire while thinking to himself.
Though I suppose the treatment has been beneficial for both of us, Jay reasoned.