Ivy frowned. "Talk?"
"Killing you again and again doesn't get us anywhere, does it?" Damon paused for a moment before continuing. "Help me end the quest, and I'll help you with the ritual."
For a second, Ivy simply stared at him.
Then her frown deepened. "How do I know you won't just end the quest and refuse to help me?"
Damon replied without skipping a beat. "Because you know me."
Ivy's expression froze.
For the first time since their battle began, she didn't have an answer.
As much as the Phoenix feathers she had absorbed affected her, as much as she tried to remain focused on her mission, it was hard for her not to remember their past.
Something complicated flashed across Ivy's face. As if two forces were fighting against one another.
"No," she finally replied, though the answer seemed rather forced, even from a distance of several meters.
Damon studied her for a moment.
"You don't sound very convinced."
Ivy's jaw tightened, and her hand shot to the side of her temple.
