Kael stood beneath the rusting awning of an abandoned textile factory, the water dripping from the tip of his nose. His uniform, pristine and blue that morning, was now streaked with the grime of the city’s underbelly. He gripped his sidearm tightly, his knuckles white.
This is the most intimate conflict. You have given your word, your time, and your energy to a person, a team, or a cause. But slowly, you realize that the cost is your own well-being. You are exhausted. Your values are bending. The loyalty you once gave freely now feels like a leash. Lesson in Loyalty -Chapter 3-
Silas nodded, a ghost of a smile touching his lips. He clapped a heavy hand on Kael’s shoulder, squeezing firmly. Kael stood beneath the rusting awning of an