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"We'll keep doing that," she agreed quietly. "Now what?"
"Blue. That's a good one," she said, tipping her head back. "Even though it's cloudy from the pollution."
He hugged her back, looking very confused. "What happened after I blacked out?"
"I don't know if I'll be able to win, though."
She followed him before speaking again. "What's your favorite color?" she asked, trying to lighten the mood.
"I know, I know," he said, coming over to her. "But I wouldn't leave you. I wouldn't do that to you."
She paused before cracking him a smile. "And he wasn't really good at that either, am I right?"
She fell silent again, watching him a little nervously. "Okay. Sorry."
He looked confused and a little hurt. "Aspen, wait, stay."
She sighed, looking down at the ground. "I mean, that's all well and good. But Michael doesn't care if I've only had a short time. He's going to...
"But you've been here for a long time, Jaz. How much longer will you have to repay them?"
"I don't remember anything after you gave me that yellow drink last night," he confessed.
Her frown deepened and she tilted her head in confusion. "Then why can't I beat you in a fight?"
"It just... it doesn't seem fair," she replied quietly. "You've been here for years and it feels like you feel... I don't know. Guilty or something."
He considered her, his brows furrowing. "I know what it's like to be left behind, Aspen. I wouldn't do that to you."
She frowned, tilting her head. "Why don't you just fight him? You're stronger than I am."
She fell silent, her brows furrowed.
He frowned, looking confused. "I'd always come back, Aspen."
She laughed deeply at his response, but it sounded a little sad. "If I die with all of this, I won't get the chance," she said with a shrug.
"That isn't fair. Don't you get tired of it?"
