"It's cause of your father" I say.
"He asked us to keep you safe. And I some how feel resposible that he died" I mutter.
"But my father was killed how could it have been your fault?"
"It was my mission.... So, I feel like I should repay the debt" I know I'm telling partly the truth but the answer is not what I truely feel.
"Oh, well. Thanks" And I watch her run off. I turn and smash my head against the tree.