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GABRIEL LEFT THEM to die pretty much. He randomly stopped helping treat Sheidheda and left the room. Falo knew with so many people exposed to the toxin of the red sun that they'd be the first to die in this hellhole since they were the ones tied up for apparently being affiliated with each other all because Sheidheda didn't have them tied up.
One of Bill's guards walked around, itching the back of his neck like he was on drugs. He was already affected by the toxin filling the air. Falo stilled herself so he wouldn't attack her first. "It's been too long. I can hear the bugs." he whispered.
"Control, disciple." another one of Bill's guards spoke. The man bent over, grunting and panting.
Someone who'd she long since seen appeared right in front of her. Falo tensed her muscles, pretending he wasn't there. He fixed her a smile as she looked away from him, closing her eyes to get rid of his image from her view. He's not real, she thought. It felt like he was real, it looked like he was real but he died hundreds of years ago because of Finn.
Falo opened her eyes. He was still there, smiling at her with that wicked smile. He was acting like he'd been alive this entire time and that he had not been haunting her throughout her commandership. She sucked in a breath, staring at the ceiling and praying he would go away if she continued to ignore him.
There was no time for hallucinations.
"This won't go well for us. . ." Sheidheda whispered to Falo and Indra. "Unless you get through that rope, Indra."
Indra smiled. "So, we're friends now?" she asked. Falo glanced down at Indra's hands, watching her go at it with the rock.
"He just wants to live." Falo whispered.
Sheidheda sighed. "My enemy's enemy is my friend. Isn't that right?"
"First, I kill my enemy's enemy for my heda," she looked at Sheidheda. "Then I kill my enemy." she smiled.
The man continued to walk around funnily as his fellow soldiers kept themselves composed and serious. He kept scratching the back of his neck, his figure becoming fuzzy. He was acting like Bill Cadogan had abandoned them to soak up the toxin, which he very well may have done. Who knew where he was holed up. If he was even still here.
Falo listened to the taunts of Rio over and over again until he'd quiet down for five minutes then go at it again. She wanted a complete break from all of the voices, from his voice. She wanted to crawl into her bed and sleep until the end of days. She didn't want to continue to listen to his taunts of how he died, how their parents died and how she was going to die.
