“…” Lexx ignored Riley, his gaze drifting to the large rip in his pants and a lingering pain in his thigh where a set of new scars were hidden beneath a layer of dried blood.
“You’re tired, Lexx. You’re going to make mistakes.” Riley continued speaking. “You can’t make any mistakes, can you?”
“No.” Lexx sighed after a moment longer of silence. He couldn’t make any mistakes. That was true. If he wanted to survive.
