The Boy from the Bunker - Season 6

Episode Four, Part 2:

Episode Four, Part Two:
Frequency Illusion

It's a solo song, and it's only for the brave. If the truth tell,
darling you fell. Like there ain't enough dying stars in your sky? 

Kodiak was fast asleep beside Elara, exhausted alone by the fears of what the morning would bring. He had been worried enough about the probability of his people surviving the trek through the DeadLands, now he had no choice but to put Elara through that, meaning that both her life and Sol's were on the line. 

But Elara couldn't sleep; she was too restless to even lie down, despite how many hours she had been sitting there, waiting for morning to arrive. 

She sighed, slipping her feet over the edge of the bed, grabbing Kodiak's dark hoodie that rested on the trunk in the corner and pulling it over her grey t-shirt. Moving as quietly as she could, she tiptoed out of the room, pulling the door to and wandering down the hall, not sure where she was going or what she was planning to do. 

Her brothers' door was ajar and there was a soft light that flickered on in one corner of the room, drawing her attention. She knocked one finger against the wooden frame, carefully peering her head in, not knowing if they were asleep. 

"Ell?" Wynn whispered, squinting his eyes to try and make sure that it was her. He was sitting on his bed, leaning up against the wall and twisting something in his hands. As it caught the light, Elara could make out that it was Ares' chain necklace that he was holding - taken off from around his neck where it had been since he had died. There was a strange comfort in him pondering the object, almost as if she was relieved that she wasn't the only one who seemed to be kept up by the memories of what happened to him, and what it was like to go on every day after the loss of a sibling. She knew that the only reason Quill was able to fall asleep was because he exhausted himself by spending the entirety of each day keeping himself preoccupied so the grief of losing their brother never caught up to him. 

"What are you doing up?" Wynn asked, keeping his voice low so they didn't disturb their brother. Waiting for an answer, Wynn peaked out the window behind him, pushing back the ripped and fraying curtains to get a sense of how dark it was outside. He didn't have a watch nearby, but he knew it was late. 

"I..." Elara exhaled, dropping her gaze to the floor when she realised it was harder to admit than she thought it would be. She didn't want Wynn to worry that she was second-guessing everything, even though she was. What if they couldn't keep her hidden at the refuge? If the Alliance fell apart? If Kane figured out that Wynn was in The City? The weight was unbearable, yet, she had to bear it. 

Seeming to understand exactly what was on her mind, Wynn let out an empathetic sigh, standing up from his bed and walking over towards her. He motioned her out of the room, following her to the couches so they could sit and talk without worrying about having to be so quiet. 

Neither of them could find the words to say for a while. Their company was almost enough for each other, knowing that they understood what they were both feeling. The only difference was that Wynn felt swarmed in guilt whilst his sister was consumed in her fear. 

"I really am sorry for asking," he said. 

"I know," Elara looked up at him, neither smiling nor frowning, but there was something forgiving in her eyes. "It's just that sometimes I feel like I'm still waiting for everything to get better..." Every now and then, her voice was still a little hoarse from when she had been strangled, but Wynn sensed that it wasn't the pain that was wavering her voice, but the fear.