Hollow Knight Fanfic - Honor and Blood

Chap. 20 - Tears of Reunion

The cold made his muscles contract. His own weakness could barely keep him conscious. His body slowly began to regain its senses, freezing and humidity being the first thing it felt. His eyes still could not be opened, but his ears little by little began to feel the constant fall of rain on the rock. It was an even... encouraging feeling.

Finally, his vision returned to him. A little blurry, but little by little it became clearer, even when the water droplets fell on his eyes. He couldn't move, although he didn't know why. He assumed it was because of his own weakness, but he could soon feel the stranger envelop his body.

Judging by his sense of direction, he knew he wasn't lying down, and that seemed to be a spider web. Stuck to a wall perhaps? That would be the most logical answer, but I preferred not to jump to conclusions.

However, such a thought was perfectly correct, when he looked up and could see everything around him more calmly. I was still outside Sendero Verde, a very characteristic passage full of abundant vegetation. However, he couldn't ignore the weaver who was sitting on a rock in front, without looking away from him.

Ghost and Hornet exchanged glances for a few seconds. One, as expressionless as ever. The other, with a bitter mixture of doubts, fear, and hatred. However, Ghost soon lowered his head, making the person in front think that he had given up in some way, but the weaver's surprise was great, seeing that even with weakness, he bit the web on his body and I trace much of it.

—That is not a very sensible decision. —

Hornet's threat was accompanied by the edge of his needle, which rose dangerously, pointing at the ghost's face. Any sane being would have stopped instantly, but Ghost simply ignored everything around him, until the claw of his finger tore his silk prison from the opening he opened with his teeth to his knees. But, once free, he simply stayed seated, right where he was, without looking away from the weaver's face, whose needle did not cover the contact that their pairs of eyes were making.

—You are too reckless... Or too stupid. —

—If you had wanted me dead... I would already be dead. —

—And what makes you think that I have changed my mind? —

Ghost's gaze did not waver, but his body made a great effort to raise his left hand, showing his injury. He didn't need to see her to know that she had been sewn with very fine weaver's thread, because he knew her body enough to know it just by feeling it. It was a clear answer.

Hornet was reluctant for a few seconds, but soon her needle retracted and stopped threatening the ghost's face, even so, she kept it close to her hand, resting the tip against the ground. Ready to be wielded if her opponent tried something stupid.

Now with the threat seemingly appeased, Ghost settled back in pain. His hands ventured under his cloak, but it was not at all a surprise to discover that his equipment was missing.

—Are you looking for this? —

Ghost looked up and saw how the weaver had all her belongings in her possession. A wide variety of hidden weapons and accessories, all arranged on a black harness that he used to wear under his hood.

—And tell me what you want? The daggers? This knife? Or maybe you want the katana? —

Hornet's tone was an acid mix of irony and fury. As if she were tempting him to do something stupid so she would have a real reason to attack him. However, Ghost just shook his head at everything she said.

—The bottle. —It was the only thing he said.

Hornet looked for a moment, and found what he meant. A small bottle made of the skin of some animal, which was sealed and covered with a fairly hard material. As if it were a chrysalis. The weaver took the container, leaving the rest of the ghost's equipment aside. He opened the container, and inside there was a type of blood-red liquid. Disturbing, much more seen under the gloom of the night.