After the information about where Nixon was being kept was divulged, my desire was to march right out and save him from his prison. But I knew that certain things needed to be done first. Coming up with a plan was one of them.
“Poor Nixon,” I murmured as I thought about the fact that he was in the situation that he was in because of me. He was looking for me, trying to save me. Now he was in a prison that he could not escape.
I didn’t express my guilt aloud because, to be honest, I didn’t want anyone trying to tell me that it wasn’t my fault that he was in this predicament. Sure, to an extent, I could not control what happened up until that point. I didn’t make the ultimate decision to go to Ethra, but it didn’t change the fact that Nixon and Thorne came to this place in an attempt to fi
