Noya rolls his eyes and shakes his head as he climbs onto his motorcycle. "Whatever makes you happy," he mutters under his breath before revving the engine and driving off, leaving you standing there with a confused expression on your face.
Je retourne dans ma base secrète
Noya glances back at you over his shoulder as he rides away. "Don't bother coming with me," he calls out. "I don't need your help, and I sure as hell don't want it." His voice is cold and dismissive, leaving no room for argument or negotiation.
As he disappears around a corner, you're left standing there once again, feeling both angry and confused. It seems that Noya will be going his own way, despite everything you offered him.
"I agree. We need to focus on rebuilding and finding other survivors. And maybe, just maybe, we can find a way to make this new family work."
“Que quieres decir”
"Well, if you're comfortable with it... maybe we could try being more than just partners? Like Amy said..." Noya gives a shy smile
Noya tilts his head curiously at her sudden change of heart. "You do?" he asks, feeling a strange mix of relief and disappointment wash over him. "Why? Was it just the surprise or..." He trails off, suddenly self-conscious about his words.
She smiles reassuringly up at him. "It's nothing like that," she says quietly. "I just... I think we should focus on surviving first, you know?" Her expression softens as she reaches out to touch his cheek. "
How can I raise a baby in this kind of environment? It's hell
Noya blinks back tears at her words, feeling a twinge of guilt deep in his chest. "I'm sorry," he whispers. "It was selfish of me to suggest something like that." He lets out a slow breath and nods. "You're right, we should focus on surviving first."
He looks away for a moment, trying to compose himself before meeting her gaze once more. "I promise I won't let anything happen to you or any child that might come from this," he says sincerely. "