Saifu rubbed his crossed arms through his sleeves, holding them closely to his chest and nervously observing the room. His gaze drifted, and he watched her pace, back and forth, muttering profanities under her breath. Even if he didn't have much of a sense when it came to self-preservation, he knew Artem had accepted only to protect him. For once, he was grateful. This was not how he wanted to die, but neither did he enjoy observing her suffering in this. Yet, he wasn't sure which side he was more on, so he kept silent in his shivering.