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They ran. The last dregs of the stimulant cocktail sloshing around Nestra’s veins kept her going at a good pace, for now. She focused on keeping one foot in front of the other.
“We have to catch up with the others,” she said. “I told them to go for the wreck.”
“It would be better if we do not try. You are slowing down, and they’ll be safer if pursuers follow our trail instead..”
Nestra could believe her. She was so tired now, and her mind couldn’t stop wandering. Did Ilar really not know about the coup preparations? Did the patriarch? Should she have done anything more? Wait, she’d already asked herself that, and found no answer. Maybe there was no answer.
But what did she want to do now?
“I want no one else I care about to die,” she informed Camille.
Fox Mask stopped and stared. They were past the incline now, and if they wanted to go to the crash site, they should have turned right a moment before.
“I think you’re exhausted. I’ll carry you.”
“Ah?” Nestra asked, and then she was being princess-handled and moving at high speed.