It feels as if my legs are moving too fast for my body, as if I could fall at any moment. The few people who are left do nothing other than stare. The calmness I felt on the green has gone as I race without looking behind me. It’s hard to explain, as I don’t understand the composure I have when speaking to people I should be intimidated by. In the same way that Jela is a natural with the crossbow, perhaps this is my skill? For whatever reason, I know what to say and how to say it. I can guess how people are going to respond before they’ve said a word. The sound and screens cut out before anyone at home saw them letting me go but I had already made my point: I am willing to do anything to protect my friends and family; the King will not do that for anyone. When Knave, Hart and the others were trying to persuade me that I needed numbers with me, I knew that I didn’t. Even if the Minister Prime wasn’t, the King was judging me by his standards.
