The knife inched forward. Images of Phoenix and the team. Images of the laughter we shared. The fear as we ran for our lives. The companionship. I remembered how Phoenix looked at me. It was different from how people usually looked at me. There was no hate or fear in his eyes. Only… love. There was no way I was going down here. Not when all their lives were at risk! Even though I had already lost a lot of blood and I only had one hand to work with, which just happened to be my left hand because why not. Even with all that, I wasn’t going to give up! Slowly, the hunters focused expression changed. He looked calm and assured as he used all his strength and willpower to move my own dagger closer to my neck. But he no longer felt assured. That was because his wrist had already started turning. My progress was far from quick, but it happened slowly but surely. The hunter’s facial expression morphed as his wrist turned further and further. Soon the tip of the blade
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