Freya's response was instant. Her voice didn't waver.
"I didn't."
She held his gaze, unwavering.
"Because I know there's no escape without him. And so far? He's proving me right."
Ezekiel was silent for a moment. Then, with a sigh, he finally spoke.
"Well, not everyone is like you."
His voice was low, steady.
"Most people don't try to see the good in others. They don't try to believe in it. And they sure as hell don't make excuses for the bad. Some people are just bad—plain and simple. Being too understanding? That's a quick way to get killed in a situation like this."
Freya's frown deepened.
Hypocrisy.
That's all she heard in his words.
Before this nightmare began, Ezekiel had been the one trying to do good.
He had been the one saying they needed to work together, that he would lead them out of this trial.
But the moment things got rough?
He abandoned all of that.
He chose himself over everyone else.
Sure, maybe his actions were justified.
