Landon slumped against the tree, eyes barely open. "You should bounce. Just keep walking down this road. When you hit a fork, go straight. At the third fork, hang a left, and you'll find a village." Abigail gave him a weird look.

He looked like he was ready to be taken out. He'd just tried to off her, but now he seemed totally done. The sudden switch-up left Abigail kinda shook.

"Weren't you just trying to kill me? And now you're letting me go?" Abigail asked, eyeing him suspiciously. "You don't have some other trick up your sleeve, do you?"

Landon cracked his eyes open, turned his head to look at her, and with effort, touched the wound on his side.

He stared at the blood on his fingers. "Suddenly, I'm feeling kinda wiped."

"Is this what it feels like when you're about to kick the bucket?" he muttered, almost to himself. Abigail slowly lowered the rock in her hand. He'd been bleeding out for a while, and it was a miracle he was still standing. He'd just made a big move, using up the last of his strength. He had to be at his limit.

"Who told you to make a move just now?" Abigail said.

Landon let out a bitter laugh. "You're right. I'm not as good as him. I can't beat him, and Walter's played me over and over."

"I'm such a screw-up," he said with a self-deprecating grin.

Abigail was quiet for a moment, not sure what to say.

Even though Landon was a total jerk, seeing him like this made her feel a bit sorry for him.

"Save your breath," Abigail said, reaching out to unbutton his shirt and remove the blood-soaked bandage.

There was no first aid kit around, and even if there was, the wound had split open so many times that stitching it up wouldn't help.

She could only do a quick fix, using the clean side of the bandage to wrap it.

Landon said, "At first, I just wanted to understand why Wayne thought he was so great."

Abigail paused and looked up at him.

He went on, "Later, I found out he wasn't Wayne's real son, and I hated him even more. He wasn't even blood, yet he took everything that should've been mine. Wayne treated someone else's kid like his own, gave him everything, while I got nothing and had to hide out abroad. I wanted to take back what was mine."

He lowered his eyes, his gaze falling on Abigail's face, and said weakly, "I'm not a good guy, and neither is he. He's even worse. He already has everything from the Kennedy family and even killed Wayne. He repaid kindness with betrayal. Don't you think he deserves to die?"

Abigail thought about it, not saying a word.

She knew Alexander wasn't a good guy. If it weren't for Quinn, she wouldn't have had any dealings with Alexander.

But she couldn't judge the beef between Landon and Alexander.

She sighed, tied a knot in the bandage, and tightened it around the wound, hoping to stop the bleeding.Content is property of .

"So, are you giving up on killing him now?" she asked.

Landon closed his eyes again, his voice barely a whisper. "I can barely protect myself. How can I take him out?"

"You know you can barely protect yourself, yet you were so impulsive. You deserve it," Abigail said.

He let out a bitter smile.

"Maybe," he said.

"Looks like you're really gonna die. Otherwise, you wouldn't admit it. Got any last words?" Abigail asked. Landon shook his head.