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Across the sands of time, all will eventually be crushed, fading into the jaws of death. However, some are able to usurp this fate, survive almost anything, and not even wrinkle from age, they are called Immorta...
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(A/N - Above is a poorly drawn idea of what the charm Luther bought with Kyle is supposed to look like. Writer couldn't put this image on Ao3 so y'all get it exclusively)
[FACT - Given an Immortal's ability to live across many generations, their brain formats memory differently to the average human, very long uninteresting parts may be shortened in an Immortal's mind.]
Looking back, he's always been prone to ending up in dark spaces like this one, the only difference is nobody's died yet.
He still hears talking through the door, and though he feels bad for ignoring the man for his own self reflection, but he feels they're telling the same story here.
He briefly begins listening "-ome guy asked to visit you today, he was a bit weird but seemed to be concerned for you." And perhaps that piqued his curiosity a little bit
"Who was it?" He asks through a dry voice, speaking just loud enough to be heard through the door, "It was a doctor, the one treating those diagnosed with Imarals, I think his name was Blight?" the man spoke softly
Another visitor that he would not open the door for, only this time it was out of fear for his life. He didn't speak again, instead listening as the man came back on topic.
"So, back to where we left off. Things had essentially transferred to another life again, and I was without memory. It was simple curiosity that lead to me finding the Ar¢hives"
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From what Luther could tell, it had been a few nightfalls since the betrayal, the bodies of his former friends still lie around him. If that's what they could even be called that anymore considering the decay.
Nobody had come yet, so he began waiting again
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Apparently, the traitor was right about there being a food stash in the floor, which held quite a bit of low-quality food.
Luther wondered if she didn't know how long he could go without anything to eat because even the three shelves worth of snacks in the floor could last him decades.
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Luther wondered how the wolf was doing, it was probably dead by now, or the ₽oachers found it, and… well either way would end with death.
Luther questioned why they hadn't brought it along with them, in fact, they had seemingly forgotten its existence (*Cough* *Cough* Writer)
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Times had started to blur together more, Luther wondered how the seasons were changing, if at all, he couldn't feel them from the cave.
It had to have been a while since he was locked in here, considering the bodies had now disappeared, rotted into the soil.
