Colt grabbed a stake and quickly jammed it into Brent's heart. He grabbed Caiden's hands and pulled her towards the door. "Let's get out of here." He said wrapping his arm around her shoulders.
Caiden's free hand shook as Colt pulled her up the stairs towards the main part of the house. She wasn't mentally ready for this. But she also wanted to stay alive and for Colt to stay alive.
"Ready?" Colt asked uncertantly.
Caiden shook her head, "but not like we've got much choice do we?"
Caiden shivered at the memory of the sun's intense rays burning her skin. She hadn't gotten a chance to check but she was sure there were some scars on her face.
That's just what translation is, I think. That's all speaking is. Listening to the other and trying to see past your own biases to glimpse what they're trying to say. Showing yourself to the world, and hoping someone else understands. — Ramy (Babel by R. F. Kuang)