I've made a mistake..

Chapter 13

When Sven woke up, he didn't expect to see the darkness surrounding him, the moonlight shining through the small window they have in the cell, covering half the room while some of it was covered with the light outside of the cell.

For what have felt like a few minutes turned out to be hours. sleep never really felt long lasting to him.

He sighed through his nose, closing his eyes. he really wished he wasn't here and yet, he somehow was. he tried thinking back to what led him here in the first place, recent memories and old memories played in his head.

Some were about his times in the clan, being reckless as ever. he vividly remembered being close to Reginald, the man supporting him with whatever decision he took, he even offered some advice. it felt nice, to have a friend like that.

But now, the memory only brought him dread, the feeling of it going throughout his body, like water running down to his toes.

...

It's best not to think of that memory.. or any memories with Reginald at all. he decided to stop thinking about the Toppat clan altogether, making the swede frown slightly.

Suddenly a stir below interrupted his train of thought, making him open his eyes and looked down. Burt seemed to have fallen asleep (or passed out) while the swede himself was getting sleep.

Sven smiled softly. he kissed Burt's forehead and slowly got up, carefully taking Burt's body off of him and gently placed him on the ground, trying not to wake him up. he felt the numbness on his bottom from sitting on the ground for a long period of time and cursed under his breath.

Sven walked over to the cell's door and peaked out the window, looking at the light outside, making the light reflect on his face. he leaned against the wall and crossed his arms, looking at the sleeping Burt across from him, his face looking so peaceful.

..There wasn't really much to do. except think.

And surely, Sven knew that he had done more thinking inside this cell then he ever done in his life. quickly, as he noticed, it was getting tiring. he turned his head away from Burt and looked out the window, staring at the empty hallway.

This hallway was always empty. 

He wasn't sure why exactly, maybe people preferred to avoid it or it just never really crossed their minds to come through this hallway. maybe mess with their imprisoned or something, maybe even taunt them. it just feels lonely, this part of the airship always seemed sad.

Maybe that's why people avoid it.

..Or he's thinking too hard into this. it's just a hallway, after all.

He groaned, shoving his fingers through his messy blond hair. he was tired, tired of thinking, tired of waiting, sitting around and for what? what purpose does it serve? was he waiting for death to take his soul or somebody to come kill him?

What was he even doing here?

Sven slid down the wall, ending up sitting on the metal floor once more. he didn't care anymore, he was annoyed that his mind continued to wonder, to think. his thoughts came like speeding cars in a highway, never stopping unless needed to.

The fingers in his hair tugged at it's messy locks, attempting to rip them out of his head. a sudden thought came into his head, causing his grip to go tighter. if he died here, what would happen to Burt?

To Sarah?

To Demo, if he even cared if he died?

To Soph?

His breath hitched. would she grow up without her parents or without the other? would they be buried in the back of her mind, memories together tucked away and locked in a crate, never to be opened? would she go through the same pain of losing a parent as he had?