Atem looked back to Zhara, watching her back up. In fear. But was it for his protection? From herself? Atem shook his head vigorously. He would not back down. His friend. His lover right there and in pain, overwhelmed. It was his turn to protect her. As a friend. A king. And her love. 

He made up his mind. Made his choice as he took his first step toward Zhara. Making his way toward her with determination. Some may call him brave while some may call him a fool. Atem would not care either way as long as Zhara was safe and tormented no more. He soon was about five  feet away and still making no sign of backing down.