Vardy kept thinking of what he was told.
Tracy glanced at him. "You don't have to listen to it, you know. Whatever that... thing said about you, it doesn't have to be true."
Vardy didn't respond. He couldn't.
Ferah placed a hand on his shoulder, her grip firm. "Whatever lies ahead, we will face it together. Don't forget that."
Vardy heaved and nodded at everyone.
"Let's keep moving," he said, his voice steady.
**HAVEN CITY**
Vardy's boots hit the cobblestone street with a dull thud, his cloak pulled tight against the bustle of Haven City.
"Stay close," Vardy muttered, his voice just loud enough for the group to hear.
Tracy adjusted her hood, glancing at the passersby. "You're sure no one will recognize us?"
"Not at all.." Vardy replied, his tone clipped.
"Forgive me if I'm not comforted by that," Luthor mumbled, as a vendor brushed past him causing about stolen items.
