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{Inside The Projection}
"We don't care."
Safira stepped closer. Her blue eyes unwavering.
"You saved us. You're strong. You know things we don't. That's enough."
Jasmine nodded.
"Please. We'll learn. We'll work hard. Just… let us learn from you."
Malik sighed, rubbing the back of his neck.
"Look, I'm flattered, but—"
"Please."
Their voices were quiet but resolute, their eyes both determined and vulnerable.
Malik groaned and glanced at the side, spotting Sinbad leaning on a mushroom's stalk.
"You should do it, big brother~. Don't you want to replace me?"
He shook his head, dispelling the illusion.
"Fine... I'll be your… whatever. But master...? You're no slave. Call me teacher."
""Thank—""
"But!"
He cut them off, getting back at them like a child.
"Only until we're out of here. Once we're in the clear, it's over. Got it?"
They nodded eagerly, their faces lighting up.
"Good."
Malik sighed and looked away, muttering under his breath.
