MEND ME IF YOU CAN.
The soft, steady beep of the machines filled the space, each pulse reminding Soren of how close death had lingered, of how fragile the thread tethering his brother still was.
He leaned close, his voice lowered to a vow spoken not just to his brother, but to himself. “I’ll get us out, Trav. Out of the fights, out of these filthy streets, out of the debt. I don’t know how yet, but I will. You’ll never have to bleed for me again. That’s my promise.”
For a long moment, Travian lay still, his chest rising in shallow, uneven breaths. Then his eyes opened the slightest bit, their dim light softening. Relief glimmered there—quiet, fleeting, but enough to tell Soren that he believed him.
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