Chapter 170: Eat
Despite her pitiful state, Bianca murmured with conviction.
"I refuse. We’re butchering this thing together."
Elian wanted to tell her to stop; that she needed to rest. But he couldn’t. Unlike a normal couple, Elian and Bianca weren’t merely lovebirds who whispered sweet nothings to each other. They were Anchor and Tyrant.
He was her beast, and she was his leash.
His ego and arrogance, which rose with his success, needed her to pull him back down.
As a Weapon without care for his own safety, she tethered him back to reality.
Without her help right now, he couldn’t have gained the time nor the focus to remake himself. It was only because she was with him that he could stand higher.
While many would call him weak for such a dependency on Bianca, nothing could be farther from the truth.
Yes, the Crucible knew what it was doing when it dispensed roles for its competitors. A Tyrant without an Anchor was nothing more than a beast. And an Anchor devoid of a Tyrant had no purpose to speak of.
Was that why God created them? Women? So that they could complete the parts we lacked?
Elian could do this without endangering Bianca. But it would cost him a lot more. Her insight and vision guarded him like a shield; it gave him immense comfort. Knowing that should the worst come to pass, he wouldn’t be alone.