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The story of a lost boy, a fisherman's daughter, a heartless soul and a lonely mechanic lost in the stars.
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Cosmia and I were walking back to our cell when Estelle came running down the hall, tears streaming down her face.
"Help!" She cried, grabbing both our hands, "Nick and Torryn are fighting!"
What surprised me wasn't that the two were fighting, but that Estelle called Nicholas Nick. It was such a small thing, an odd thing. Something I wasn't used to.
"Where!?" Cosmia reacted faster than I could, already rushing forward.
"In your room," Estelle was strong for a little girl, she practically dragged me forward.
Estelle wasn't wrong, the two were going at each other like rabid animals. Torryn was careful not to spill any of Nicholas's precious blood, Nicholas wasn't so kind. Silver blood covered his hands, the floor, dripped from Torryn's nose. I didn't know there were flecks of gold in their blood, I hadn't seen enough to know.
"Stop telling me what to do," Nicholas growled, neither of them paying us any attention at the doorway. "Stop acting like you're so much better than us."
"You need to calm down." Torryn started to take steps to the side and they circled each other. He stopped when he came between Nicholas and the rest of us.
"Don't tell me what to do." Nicholas charged again, the punch Torryn landed in his side doing nothing to slow him. Why would it? He couldn't feel it.
Torryn was knocked to the ground and Estelle let out a little shriek. This stopped Nicholas for a second, he looked up like he just noticed we were there.
In a blur, Torryn had gripped the side of Nicholas's head and smashed it into the metal ground.
"Stay down." He hissed through gritted teeth, but there was no point. I didn't want to know how many concussions Nicholas has had.
"Go clean up." I heard myself snap at Torryn before numbly kneeling beside Nicholas. I took his limp head in my hands and examined it for any cuts, nothing. But a bump would surely form soon.
"Is he going to be ok?" Estelle crouched to the ground beside, her little hands clutching Nicholas's.
"He always is." I murmured, "can you grab me one of those cloths?" I always kept some lying around now, I never knew when things were going to get ugly. "Where's Cosmia?" I frowned suddenly, sitting up.
"She followed Torry out." Estelle passed me a cloth and I began to clean the already drying blood off of Nicholas's knuckles. "Why does he fight so much?" She asked, brushing a hair away from his face.
"I think it's the only thing he can control, he doesn't know what else to do. So much has been taken from him, he just doesn't know how to handle it yet." I stopped and watched the young girl look down at him.
What did she see in him? What did I?
Was it a bunch of pieces that we want to fix? Or is it ourselves we see, mirrored in his eyes.
