Ripple
"A small movement or wave."
When Maya Odair meets Cato Hadley a small ripple occurs - of hate, of course. They both thought nothing could change that - until something did.
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Sebastian had been in his room for hours, he hadn't come out for food at all. I felt a sense of guilt in a way. We both were in the wrong but something's troubling him. Other than being sent to our imminent deaths. Which, is rather troubling.
I decided to go check on him, I wanted to make sure he was alive and that he was okay. I walked through the train carriages admiring the luxuries that surrounded me until i reached his room.
I knocked a couple times but heard no reply, so i opened the door. Now this would be very awkward if he was changing - but he wasn't. He was sat on his bed, looking at the ground "Go away." He muttered. I stood in his doorway, my eyes softening as i looked at his vulnerability "Not so tough, huh?" I wanted to hide away after my sentence, he shot a cold glare in my direction "Do you think that i won't kill you Odair? Your brother being my mentor means NOTHING to me." He stated as he stared into my eyes. Chills ran down my spine. He turned his head to look at the ground once again.
Sighing, I replied "Sebastian. I just came to see if you were alright." I walked further into his room and took a seat next to him - the way he shuffled towards his headboard, showed that he wanted nothing to do with me. So did this whole interaction if i'm honest. However i wanted him as my ally, i wanted one of us to go home.
"I'm sorry Seb-" The nickname slipped out "-astian" His gaze shot back to me - softening slightly "It's okay, i'm sorry too. I'm just so-" He paused, i could only assume he was trying to find words sufficient enough to describe our situation "-stupid." That was not what i was expecting. Did he regret volunteering for Daniel? Surely not.
To prove myself wrong. I asked. I looked at him "Do you regret it? Volunteering?" He lowered his head in shame "I don't know. I shouldn't. Part of me does. I love my brother, but he can't stop my family from starving. Only i can- that's what i was born to do- they told me that." I tried to study him, he wasn't letting himself slip completely. He kept the remainder of his composure - he was holding something back.
I bit my lip slightly "What else?" He looked back at me "What do you mean?" He raised his brow. I shuffled a bit closer to him "Well you said you were born to stop your family from starving." Then my brain went blank "So like.. were they cannibals?" Maybe i'd just make him laugh instead.
He stared at me with a deep confusion in his eyes, the corners of his mouth slowly turned upwards. His smile got bigger - faint dimples could be seen if you were really paying attention. He shook his head with a soft laugh "No. My parents weren't or aren't cannibals." He opened his mouth to speak again "They just had their expectations. All parents do." He shrugged. I could see him chuckle to himself again, i was hoping it was at my joke.
"Sorry for that." Sebastian flatly spoke. He shook his head, he looked disappointed in himself.
"It's okay. Everyone has their expectations. I get that. They can feel like they're strangling you.. That's how it felt growing up.. My brother was always the golden boy, I was in his shadow.. Not anymore. One of us will win, whether it's me or you. However neither of us will ever die.. We won't let that happen." I spoke shakily. I wanted him to hear my words, to understand, we were more similar than he thought.
