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Both Emma and Baz had been shoved into a cell, Baz was shoved in first and Emma after him. At some point they made them both change their clothing into something that looked like rags—it felt like rags to Baz, but he didn't care. All that he cared about was the fact that he couldn't escape and that was something that was pissing him off more than anything else. He didn't like the thought of being inside a cage, not only that but he spent too much time locked away in a cage because the parents that didn't love him never knew how to handle him before Neverland.
The lock on the cell door clinked behind the pair of them and Baz really wondered whether or not he could kill the knights if and when he manages to escape. He wondered whether or not they'd be easy to beat in a fight or not, but then again, he knew that he didn't have any weapons on him which meant that the likelihood of him beating anyone in a fight would be non-existent.
"Are you alright?" A woman in the cell next to them asked.
"Yeah, I think so." Emma responded. Baz nodded. "Thanks. I'm Leia." She gestured towards Baz then while she rose to her feet. "This is. . .Sebastian."
"I wish I could say, it was nice to meet you both." The woman said. There was something in the way that she looked at Baz which made him confused. It looked as if there was pain written beneath her eyes as if the sight of Baz pained her—and then he had to remind himself that he looked ten despite how long he'd been like this, and that to others he seemed like a child.
"Yeah, but under the circumstances, I get it." Emma said. "What's your name?"
"I dare not speak in here." The woman whispered. "The Queen doesn't know who I am. My silence is the only thing keeping my family safe."
"She's pretty ruthless, huh?" Emma said. She reached into her pocket. "Here." She got out a roll and passed it through the bars. "Are you hungry? I swiped it of a food tray on my way down."
The woman stood up and came over to take the roll. Up close Baz noticed her curly brown hair that somewhat reminded Baz of his mother—not only that but there was a small part of him which felt as if the texture of the hair reminded him of a child around his age, Robin's son.
"What?" The woman asked, noticing Emma's surprised look. "What is it?"
"I saw you in the village." Emma told. "With the Queen. I wanted to help but—"
"It's alright." The woman responded. "If you had tried to free me you'd just ended up in here a day sooner."
"But there was a chance that you would have been free," Baz said. "We have a magician on our side. My. . .brother." It felt weird to refer to Peter as his brother knowing that he'd been referring to him as his own father.
