Valentius refused to speak to Albert.
Marek had taught them much. And yet, the healer had still given him over to Amos.
To be delivered to Wrath. To be killed.
"Ok, we just need to cross this gate," Albert was still talking. So, as if what he had done was nothing to be ashamed of.
As if Marek had not been someone they had spent years with.
"Valentine!" Albert snapped.
Valentius whipped to look at him.
"My name is Valentius!" The boy roared, baling his fists. "Call me Valentine again and I will break your nose!"
Albert snorted. At least he got the boy to speak to him again. Small mercy, that.
"You don't behave like a Valentius," Albert continued to egg him on. "No! You are weak! You wanted to give me over to Wrath!"
It hurt to have to admit it. The blonde wasn't paying attention to his surroundings. He would have seen it getting darker around them if he had done so.
That they were being watched.
"I was going to fight Wrath! Marek made us strong! And you…"
