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TWELVE 「a kindness & a doubt」 ＊*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚
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SYLVIA PANTED AS she ran, sweat dripping down the side of her face, breathing in through the nose and out through the mouth. It had been a normal day in the Maze so far, nothing noteworthy having happened. Same old gray walls and viridescent ivy. Same towering walls and cracked concrete trailing her. No sightings of beetle blades or Grievers. No magical exit appearing from the dark corners.
All had been silent until Minho decided to start speaking on their way back, "So, you're scared of Grievers?"
"I thought you said we weren't talking about this." She dismissed the question.
Minho sped up so that he ran alongside her instead of behind, "Just answer the question. Are you scared of them?"
"I'm not scared of anything," Sylvia huffed.
Minho barked a laugh, "Bullshit."
She shot him a look, "Even if I was, why would I tell you?"
"Because we need to work past our differences," Minho put on an exaggerated high pitched voice, imitating Nick's authoritative tone.
Sylvia turned her head away to hide the beginnings of a smile. She could, under no circumstances, be caught smiling at something Minho had said. The consequences would be astronomical. An ego boost for Minho, a crack in her reputation, him holding this one fact above her head for the rest of her life. She could have none of it, but caricatures of Nick were guaranteed to make her laugh.
"Shut up," she said in mock annoyance.
"Anyway," He continued, ignoring her comment, "If you are a coward when it comes to Grievers, consider this a way to work on your fears." He said this as if she hadn't been running the Maze since she'd gotten here.
"How about I work my foot up your ass?" She retorted.
"Sylvia," He said in a tone of voice that leaked sarcasm, "Stop flirting."
