In Memoriam - An Unus Annus Fanfiction

26.02 - 02/26 - We wrote a hit pop song in 30 minutes

Unus and Annus simultaneously looked up as the door opened. Gulpti called them outside, leading the trio down a short hallway.
  »We will leave by sundown. The Architect has shown me the way. I can bring you to a place in the outer ring from which you can escape.«
»That's great and all,« Annus responded, »but what about Blank and Anti? Or Marvin, for that matter?«
» I am afraid there is not enough time for you to save your friend. You must go when you have the chance. It may not come again. I will do my best to free Marvin from his curse.«

None of them liked this idea. The last thing Unus and Annus wanted to do was leave behind the man that helped them so much, and Dark would rather know Anti-slash-Marvin locked up in the machine forever.
Gupti showed them three seperate rooms, where they could get some rest before they'd set out.

As the door shut behind Unus, he let himself sink to the floor with a heavy sigh. They barely had gotten down the street. The thought that they would have to travel through half of the Machine just made him feel tired. He stared at the ceiling, thinking about what Annus had said. His vision became blurry. Maybe it would have been better if he had died in that chair. If everyone wouldn't have to safe him all the time, Annus would have a few scars less, Marvin would still be himself and Rachel would still be alive.
He tried to push the thought away. Annus would hate if he thought like that. He closed his eyes, and calmed his breathing. A slow hum filled the air. Before his inner eye, he saw the yeagers that were piling up outside. They were like little, vibrating dots of light emitting a deep tone.

He had never seen so many of them in one place before. The sound they made was strangely calming. Like the continuous ring of a bell, or the harmonized humming of dozens of voices.
He broadened his scope, trying to find any sign of Anti. He knew that he couldn't find Blank, but Anti should be noticeable. He focused, mentally separating the Machine into squares, but with every square he searched, his hope dwindled. One time, he thought that he had found him, but when he concentrated on the spasmic waves of energy, they turned out to belong to an anomalous yeager. He tried to pinpoint what made him sure that it wasn't Anti, but he couldn't explain it. The closest he got was that the energy didn't have the right color, but even that was nothing more than a meager comparison.