Antigone heaved a sigh of relief. She was right to trust him. She shuddered softly as she looked up at him and slid against him, leaning on him. "I hope so. I really hope so." she ran a set of nails through her hair. "Sorry, love, I don't know what to do." she looked up at him.
"Am I ready to walk away from everything I've worked so hard for?" she sighed softly and leaned on him. "Maybe I need to just beat out my frustrations." she looked at him with a sigh again.
"I don't know if I want to hide, there are those who would be happy to just kill me for it. And perhaps that would be what happens." she said honestly. "But I don't see how it will end well.. I don't know what's planned but ... I don't know if I'm getting too old for this."