Episode 8
Haan's Heart:
"Ryatt…we’re out of time," I said carefully while scrutinizing Ryatt's adorable but impassive face. His brow was scrunched up as if troubled. After all, the more robust he became, the closer Micayle was to death! I could sense that his aversion to my suggested discourse was very real. Ryatt was utterly unwilling to stain or ruin Micayle with his own hands, even if it meant letting her die. Admirable as I found this to be, it left us with no solution. Was there another option other than watching Micayle die in his arms? I pleaded once more, against my better judgment, "If we don’t do something soon, what’s going to happen to Micky? Just…just do it, Lucky. Better you than that creep, Lucci. I’m sure Micky would agree, right?"
"How could she possibly agree? Don’t you know she likes Axel? If I…she’ll never, ever forgive me for that, I’m sure she’d rather die! Besides, you don’t know this, but I have a fiancé. My mom would flip. I…I can’t, Haan. I don’t even know how to do that, even if I wanted to." Ryatt rejected once more. From his resolute eyes, I knew he definitely wouldn’t do what I suggested.