… Mm. [Being thanked will always be odd to him. He should accept the appreciation, and would had his mind been set solely upon their escape. She should save the thanks for when they were safe, he thought. These were his orders… he needed no thanks.
And yet was it not important to see her alive at all? Is that not what Hina would say? He didn’t know what to think. Not here... he could not think here. The halls are straight from here on. Take no detours, he told himself.
For a while he ran through and stopped, waiting for the next patrol to pass. Each group he’d timed perfectly, making the absolute maximum movements that he could before seemingly at the last minute hiding behind the nearest wall or magitek contraption without a single sound. One would almost assume he’d been privy to their movements for ages, as if he’s watched this very Castrum. Through every evasive movement he held Rose close.
But upon reaching the central compound, he came to a sudden, longer than normal halt. Should Rose look up at him, she’ll see no change in his expression save for a barely opened mouth as if he wished to speak but couldn't. He did not need the strange power he had which enhanced his eyesight to see three intersecting trails of blood leading forward. The sight did allow him, however, to see far out enough to just where the trails lead. Or rather, who they led to.
The others the Maelstrom recruited for this mission were dead on the floor. Beaten savagely as if by the hands of a skilled pugilist… if they had the strength of a thousand men and black holes where their souls ought to be. He had no words for the sight save for one: familiar. All Rose may notice from him is a significant increase in his heart rate.]
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And yet was it not important to see her alive at all? Is that not what Hina would say? He didn’t know what to think. Not here... he could not think here. The halls are straight from here on. Take no detours, he told himself.
For a while he ran through and stopped, waiting for the next patrol to pass. Each group he’d timed perfectly, making the absolute maximum movements that he could before seemingly at the last minute hiding behind the nearest wall or magitek contraption without a single sound. One would almost assume he’d been privy to their movements for ages, as if he’s watched this very Castrum. Through every evasive movement he held Rose close.
But upon reaching the central compound, he came to a sudden, longer than normal halt. Should Rose look up at him, she’ll see no change in his expression save for a barely opened mouth as if he wished to speak but couldn't. He did not need the strange power he had which enhanced his eyesight to see three intersecting trails of blood leading forward. The sight did allow him, however, to see far out enough to just where the trails lead. Or rather, who they led to.
The others the Maelstrom recruited for this mission were dead on the floor. Beaten savagely as if by the hands of a skilled pugilist… if they had the strength of a thousand men and black holes where their souls ought to be. He had no words for the sight save for one: familiar. All Rose may notice from him is a significant increase in his heart rate.]