The night was quiet as they ran.
Their focus was solely on the figures moving ahead of them.
Elyra walked closely beside Vardy, her movements confident, her hand occasionally brushing against his. She whispered something to him, and though he didn't respond, he didn't pull away either.
Luthor clenched his jaw.
They had to stop this.
"Vardy!" Tracy called, making them both pause.
Vardy turned slowly, his expression unreadable.
"You need to go back," he said, his voice low.
Selene stepped forward, keeping her tone light, casual. "We're not going back."
Vardy's gaze darkened slightly. "This isn't your fight."
Tracy took a careful step forward. "We're here to support you, no matter what."
For a moment, Vardy just stared at them. His fingers twitched at his side as if something inside him was warring against itself.
Elyra placed a hand on his arm. "We don't need them, Vardy," she murmured.
Luthor saw the way Vardy stiffened slightly, the hesitation in his eyes.
