"Fine." he put his own sleeping bag next to mine.

That night, we laid in our sleeping bags, staring up at the stars. Shawn talked tirelessly about his future, and I only half listened, gritting my teeth every time I heard Jewel's name.
"We still don't know who she is." I said for the millionth time.
"She's a damsel in distress."
"Yeah, damsels in distress are hardly able to do anything about their predicament. She's able to find people to fight to the death for her."
Shawn sighed in exasperation, "Well, apparently, she couldn't help the fact that you needed to be on this mission, because, I'm sure if she could, she would choose someone else."
That really cut deep, but I didn't say any biting words back. I had just wanted to think. Even though we had wanted to live exciting lives, this whole thing felt far-fetched. Jewel seemed nice, but I had a feeling that I was  going to regret helping her, and not just because death might be in the cards. Jewel seemed to be holding something back, and I was going to see what it was. Even if it was the last thing I did...