A/N Sorry about the shortness, and that it's not such a great chapter. School's been a bugger, and I haven't had much time to write. I should be able to get a decent chapter up by Sunday or Saturday. As always, please review. Even for this chapter. :)
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Líadain trudged slowly behind Ginette, thinking. She had killed someone. Even if he had murdered the Emperor, and it was in self-defense, his death still weighed heavily on her conscience. Her guilt probably paled in comparison to what Baurus was going through, she realized. After all, he had left his post for one moment, and the ruler of an entire Empire had died. Líadain looked down at her still blood-stained clothes, and fervently wished that she had never gone to the Imperial City.
Ginette glanced back at Líadain. The little Bosmer's face was downcast and lost in thought. Her tears had ceased flowing, but her eyes were still puffy and red-rimmed. She was rather withdrawn as well, but Ginette supposed that was to be expected. Líadain had almost certainly never been that close to a dead body, and she'd definitely never killed anyone before. Ginette cursed the Nine silently. She had a hard time believing in their supposed kindness if they allowed someone's innocence to be so brutally torn away.
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Ralen grimaced in disgust as his hand brushed against some slime on the wall. He quickly wiped his hand on his leather armor. He heard a faint gasp as Ginette almost tripped for the third time, and he absent-mindedly steadied her. Ralen mentally thanked his ancestors for his eyes. He and Líadain could see much better in the dark than Ginette, something that the Breton had complained about more than a few times. Thankfully, Dunmer had become extremely good at blocking her out whenever she began to whine about not being able to see.
Ralen walked carefully through the dank tunnels. He didn't want to slip and get a close-up of the floor. If they were anything like the walls, he would rather die than touch them. He yelped as his concentration was broken when he felt a something stab him sharply in his big toe. Ralen exhaled in irritation, and kicked the rat off of him rather roughly. This was definitely the last place in Cyrodiil that he wanted to be.
