"I'm sorry, Jess. I just don't know... I feel like I can never forgive myself if I don't avenge my parents. I really wish I could let them go, but I feel like I'll never truly be free unless I avenge them completely," Greg spoke truthfully. For the first time, he revealed emotions he had never allowed himself to show—worry, fear, and a deep concern for how she would view him.
"Greg..." Jessica softly called. She could feel his inner turmoil, torn between vengeance and his desire not to hurt her family for her sake. Her heart ached, moved by the fact that he was distressed because of her.
"That's not what I want to say. My parents... they're dying either way," Jessica stuttered through her words, the weight of the truth almost too heavy to bear. Saying it aloud made it feel far too real.
"What do you mean?" Greg asked, disbelief in his voice. His mind rejected the idea, especially since the last time he saw them, they seemed fine—not sickly, not frail.
