I knew I made the wrong choice as soon as I got back.

I still had to do the same routine, which was three times harder with my injuries. Somehow I got through it, unless this is all just a dream. Sometimes I wish it were.

It's been two months. I failed my first mission. I had to prove myself. I had to get Lloyd back here for Father, I have to prove myself. No question.

I lay down, and I hear him coming to make sure I'm still here. I get ready to tell him what's been going through my head all day.

He walks inside. "Good. You still haven't decided to run off with that brother of yours. Of course, I wouldn't have to worry about it if you hadn't failed me," he says with a harsh tone. I lower my head.

"I'm sorry for failing you, Father-"

"And rightly so."

"-That's why I'm prepared to try again. Please, I can do this. I will prove myself worthy," I say, fully confident.

He thinks for a moment. "Alright, but if you're gone for more than seventy two hours... Well, just be back before then," he tell me with a wicked grin.

I look him in the eye. "Understood."

"Good. You will leave a dawn. The clock will start then. Do not fail me again."

He shuts the door, and wait for sleep to come in this endless night.