After Dualscar left, the Signless passed out from his head hit. He woke up a few hours later disoriented, but otherwise alright. A small bit of light was given by a window in the corner, which would defiantly become an issue when day came. But for now it was a nice opening where ocean air drifted in through. Signless was sure he was going to die soon, but he would be damned if he didn't enjoy the few days he had left. That idea was good in theory, but he soon was hungry and reminded he hadn't eaten in over 24 hours. The Signless went to his cells bars and called out.

"Hello? Anyone there? I am in need of something to eat."

But no one responded. No one actually cared. Dualscar had ordered for them to keep him alive, and he would be fine if he went a few nights without food. He was just a mutant. And it wasn't like the empress cared what state he was in when he was delivered. So the Signless sat, and waited, and waited, and waited, and called some more, and was yelled at, and waited. But no one came down, and daylight would come soon. Signless began to panic.

"I won't be any good to you dead!"

His cries fell on deaf ears, and he pushed himself to the far end of the cell, pulling his cloak around him. Damn these highbloods and their negligence. Then all at once a creak sounded and something was coming down in front of the Signless's window. Confused he went to investigate. A metal barrier now blocked out the sun. Oh. Technology is a thing. Its actually... The cancer secretly prayed no one heard him losing his absolute shit at the idea of being burned. (The crews in fact did, and were laughing their sea dwelling asses off. Dicks.)

The Signless laid back down, but this time on his back, staring at the ceiling. He imagined his Disciple by his side, curled up and purring, even if it was to reassure him. She would hold him, and comfort him in a way no one else could. It had been said their love transcended the quadrants, but it was so much more than that. Their love worked for each. There were times he loved her in the brightest red possible, but there were times she irritated his to no extent. When he was lonely, or in need of reassurance, she was always there, and he could always calm her. The Psiioniic had to come between them when they fought often, not to stop violence, but to remind them that they loved each other. It was a complicated, but beautiful relationship, and it's what the Signless's dreams were full of as he slept.