"So, you are going to help me?" The question hung in the air, a plea veiled in uncertainty. I needed to know, needed some assurance in this murky situation.
Caleb's gaze sharpened, his eyes narrowing in on me. "I'm not making any promises," he began, his tone unyielding, "but I would like to get to the root of this issue. I'm searching for my own answers, so yes—in a way, you can say that I will help you, but only as long as it is beneficial to me," he stated bluntly, drawing a clear line in the sand.
His words struck me with a mixture of relief and caution. It was a pragmatic stance, one rooted in self-preservation. I understood that in this tangled web of mysteries, we were all looking out for our own interests. This was an alliance of necessity, and I would have to tread carefully.
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