Chapter 19 - 18: Friends, Promises, and Small Escapes
"You could have kept the elixir, you know."
Damian’s sword halts mid-strike. He turns slowly, sweat glistening in the orange light of dusk. The city sprawls beneath them, windows glowing like scattered stars against the darkening sky.
"Leon." He lowers his blade, his breathing steady despite the intense training. "How’s your mother?"
"Alive. Healthy. Thanks to you."
Damian sheathes his sword with practiced ease.
"The Association would’ve recovered it eventually. At least this way, someone actually benefits."
They face each other across the rooftop gravel, the weight of old friendship hanging between them like an invisible tether. Leon studies Damian’s face, searching for remnants of the boy who once shared childhood dreams.
"You risk everything," Leon says. "Your career, your reputation, your standing with the Association."
"Maybe." Damian walks to the edge of the roof, gazing out over the sprawling districts.
"But I couldn’t let her die, Leon. Not when it mattered."
His admission carries more weight than Leon expects. He joins Damian at the ledge, both of them watching the city transition from day to night.