Lyra's POV

It was as if I was trying to get through a brick wall.

 I stood up again, tired, fed up but still trying to get through to her.

“What you're saying is that you're not going to let go of this medallion if there was a way to live our lives? Because we'll be living with the fear of knowing that someday some power hungry monster will come after us. You would choose that fate?”

 She looked at me with an apologetic but firm expression.

“I'm sorry but it's just ...