“Only because I did my job, protectcing you even from your grandfather. Hell i covered for you when you snuck out at night” Astonia replied with a shrug. “I already can guess my fate in the near future, more than likely execution like they did to my father.”
“Y-You don’t think you’ll get out?” Vendetta asked, the guilt instantly hitting her. “You’re not going to die…they aren’t going to execute you…” She shook her head. Maybe ratting her out wasn’t the best idea in the world, but she felt like she had to. “I thought they’d eventually let you go…”
