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-Horus

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Faye continued to sneak down into the city, passing the outer wall, which had a gaping hole in it. The Spartan took note of the plasma residue that was left behind, that and the angle. Since the message finished and she said her words on the matter, there was one question she had in mind. "Dove?"

"Yes, Faye? It still is weird to call you that, by the way," the Ghost said idly, almost shy-like.

"Why couldn't you restore his arm after the hospital?" the question was innocent, but it was anything but. All of these feats that she could do, but not heal a simple arm? Faye doesn't believe that.

"When he came to, he asked me to 'save' him without his arm. At the time of his infection, it was true, I couldn't do anything about it until it was removed. He just took matters into his own hands, as per usual. It was a reminder that he isn't worthy of that arm, so he asked me to keep him like that, and now every time I revive him, his arm remains as the stub," Dove explained as Faye's boots tapped on the pathway. "I still kept a version of him with the arm, I just never told him about it."

"Isn't that lying to him? I distinctly remember him saying that you can't lie," Faye questioned.

"It isn't lying if he hasn't ever asked about it." Fair point, Dove.

Faye was now entering New Alexandria and she was on her own, save for Dove, and she didn't know where the rest of her team was. Her team. She's gotten used to having a team watching her back. The one she wanted by her side was not here. She wanted him here, but instead, he's with the Covenant, on who knows what ship. Her head tilted towards the sky and for once in her life, she sent a silent prayer to his Traveler to bring him back to her, safely. What have you done to me, Sebastian?

Sebastian was delirious as soon as he was on their ship, his whole being screaming in pain. Well, I did get a beating on the ground, so... He's really hoping to breathe wrong and have one of his fractured, or possibly shattered, ribs puncture his heart so he could just die. The last thing he wanted was to be a prisoner, but his hand was dealt and it ended in a bust. That and his left arm, his metal arm, is gone, so is his mobility for the most part. That didn't mean he couldn't fight, no. He learned how to be a one-armed Guardian for five years, he has become adept at fighting that way. However, on these big aliens, it may not work.

Each breath hurt like someone was crushing his ribs all over again. He was pretty sure he was suffering from some minor internal bleeding and quite possibly a hemorrhage or two, at the extreme end. The Guardian just felt dead, but alive all over, a weird line to walk he must admit. The pain, the cold, and eerie feeling that he was being watched. Every few seconds, he would cough and more blood would spew through his cracked helmet. The Elites haven't made a move to take off his helmet, or even touch him since they ever so gracefully put him down on this… bed? Cot? Random flat board? Sebastian didn't know and he didn't really care. The Grunts that were on the ship took a closer look at the wounded Guardian. Sebastian didn't have the strength to even bat them away.

One of the brave ones poked his ribs and it sent him into a coughing fit, making more blood coming from his cracked visor. The resulting small fountain of blood landed on him, on the floor below him, and possibly on the Grunt itself. One of the Elites turned and yelled something in its native tongue, sending the Unggoy away in a fit of screams. His eyes were closed the entire time and a part of him didn't want to open them, partially because he doesn't want to, but also because he doesn't want to look at his physical appearance. He probably looked worse than he felt. Sebastian wasn't paying attention too much as his breathing started to slow on its own accord. Good, maybe I'll get off easy.

One problem, the ship lurched and Sebastian groaned in pain, but he wouldn't let this pain stop him. The only pain he focused on was the cold throb in his heart. This separation from Dove is something most bonded Guardians never have to experience, the cold. It wouldn't be as bad if both of them denounced their bond, and even then, the cold would forever be a part of him, just not as intense. If only one of them denounced it, only one half of the pair would feel the chill. This cold feels like it swirls around his heart and threatens to constrict at any moment. Sebastian is actually holding all of the negative feelings in about the separation at the moment, which is a miracle in itself, given his current condition.

His breathing became labored, hoarse, and drained. He was going to die and it would be peaceful. Hw wanted to see the other side and stay there, just for a moment. His Light would still shine bright, but he would never be able to use it again. He sent silent prayers to Dove, Rosa, Noble Team, and Faye.

He stopped.

He stopped because he would be leaving this world without admitting how he truly felt about her, even the message doesn't begin to describe the way he feels about her. How she was the one who could be the medic to his heart. His pulse elevated at the mere thought of her; something that only Rosa has done many times before. Just thinking about being right next to her made a small goofy bloody smile appear under that helmet of his. She would be the one he needed in his immortal life, and he wouldn't want to break a vow, now would he? He never has, and he never will.

With his newfound determination, he would wait for the perfect moment. He would wait for the perfect opportunity to slip away. Most of the Covenant units that were on the ship had already left, judging by the intensity of their footsteps becoming less and less fierce to his hearing. Once he healed, he wanted to attempt to see if these Covenant ships have escape pods, and with the limited knowledge he had, he remembered that Dove said that they do, but only for the higher-ups.

Three problems with that plan. One, Sebastian was still too injured to even move, much less fight. Two, he doesn't know the layout of the ship as of yet, so he won't know which way was up. Three, his weapons, he won't have access to them, so he'll resort to scavenging. That one is the least of his concerns, but the other two are the problems.

"It seems that you survived Demon. Shame," one of them growled at Sebastian, the male stealth Elite, judging by the gruffness of the voice.

"Brother, go. I will be taking care of this Demon. Report to the Supreme Commander, and I will join you shortly," the female said. He loathed being alone with this one, he would much rather take his chances with the male. Sebastian tensed as the female put her hand on his chest. "Oh, how I could crush you in an instant, Demon." Her voice was full of malice and hidden promises. Her hand then curled around his chest, applying pressure and gradually increased it. How fucking big is her hand, like damn?!

Sebastian gagged as his breath was cut short, his entire chest felt like someone was rearranging his lungs, heart, and liver. If his ribs weren't fractured then, then they might be now. His gagging intensified, blood was flooding his throat and he couldn't breathe. His hand latched onto the female's and made his Light flare. Just because his Ghost isn't present, doesn't mean he can't summon the charge he still had from prior.

The female snarled as she tore her hand away. She drew her Energy Sword and poised it under Sebastian's throat. The Guardian immediately wrapped his own hand round his throat and the sound of him choking intensified. Sebastian would have laughed had his body not urged him to purge the contents of his throat. With one major effort, he willed his body to lean over and allow gravity to rid himself of his blood. It leaked through the visor in a steady stream before he fell off whatever he was on. Once he landed on the ground, he made no movements to even scream. The pain was so great, that it was a silent scream. A scream that said so many things, but it allowed the feelings he was holding back to slip through. Now, he can only hope the metaphorical wall he made doesn't completely crumble in on itself. I'm sorry, Dove.

The sound of the door to the ship opening made Sebastian finally peer slightly to his left. He saw the armor of three other Sangheili, and a fourth one further back. "That will be quite enough, Assassin." Sebastian assumed he looked at him, "Did he do this to himself, or you just couldn't wait?"

That sent ice through the Guardian's veins, this was not good. The fact they were chatting so nonchalantly about him, dying on the floor. "My apologies, Supreme Commander." The big boss? What have I gotten myself into?

"Bring him to the Huragok, they will see to it that this peculiar Demon does not perish… yet," then he left the room along with two of the other armored Sangheili. The fourth one stepped back into the room. Well, at least I know I'll be dying soon.

Sebastian continued to lie there and he wondered why he wasn't dead yet, certainly, he should have bled out by now. Normally, he would have by now, or his internal bleeding isn't as bad as he originally thought. That didn't matter as he was roughly picked up off the ground and he forced his legs to stand. His arm was twisted behind his back, and naturally, his first instinct was to grab his shoulder, but that became a problem as he didn't have that arm right now. He forced his eyes open to see a lot of darker colors. Lots of blues, and purples, with a dash of yellow, and two very pissed off Elites behind him.

Sebastian was forced to walk, or stumble, or limp in this case as they brought him off the ship. Under the helmet, his entire face and body were probably caked in dry blood. Something he knows that won't come out, maybe add it to the decor. He's certainly doing that with the amount seeping through the cracks. Multiple questions remained in his mind, Who the hell was that Sangheili? What is their importance and how much interest do I hold to him?

The trio continued down the hall, all while Sebastian was hearing what he assumed to be slurs about him, but the word 'Demon', clear as day, was being thrown around like it was candy. The female Elite had only tightened her grip on his arm, feeling the armor on it being crushed and pushed against his skin. Any further pressure could break it and then shatter his arm. It seems she was determined to make him scream, to submit. The most they would get from the Guardian captive are grunts, groans, and moans of pain. Maybe a sassy comment here or there, but other than that, nothing. He would not break under this, and he has a plan on what to do, what to focus on when the going gets tough. The female said something to a group of four other Elites, who seemed to laugh and cheer in glee. Sebastian took notice of their stature and stance, noticing they were female also. Sebastian had to ask, his voice soft and low, choking on every other word, "I seemed... to notice that… there aren't… that many… other females… around… why?"

That earned him multiple snarls from the latter group and the one holding his arm. Said one yanked on his arm, dislocating his shoulder. A grunt unwillingly escaped his mouth at the sudden flare of pain. "You watch your tongue, Demon."

Sebastian chose not to comment, but to find out, if he could, more about them. Most records he looked over with Dove found that a majority, if not all, Sangheili in the Covenant army are male, so to see five females in similar colored armor raised a lot of questions to the Hunter's limited knowledge. Sebastian didn't really pay attention to his parade through the ship, as he was more worried about staying upright and his arm. He couldn't even pop it back into place, not with the grip the female had on him; he certainly couldn't do it himself, since that requires, you know, both arms.

From first glance, the ship looked similar to the Long Night of Solace but just… bigger, it wasn't something he expected, but it was a welcome surprise nonetheless, making a portion of his plan that much easier. A door opened to his left and his head turned to see a floating being, a lot bigger than some Elites, with a lot of different hues of blue, tentacles, and one of them that looked like a face.

The being turned, chirped, presumably calling more of its friends in and soon, five of them were in front of him, inspecting Sebastian. The female said something Sebastian couldn't understand and his arm was let go. But not without being pushed into the room and the door shutting behind him. He stumbled, expecting to hit the floor. Sebastian closed his eyes, awaiting the impact and the pain that comes with it.

But he never hit the floor.

No, the Huragok saved him. All five of them had wrapped a tentacle or two around his body to support him. Please tell me this isn't going where I think it is. I've heard and seen enough of this to have an idea of where this is going. One of the Huragok saw his arm hanging limply at his side and wrapped another tentacle around where his shoulder meets his chest and pulled and twisted, hard.

Sebastian grunted, almost letting a small scream out. Upon further inspection, he found that he could move his arm again. Feeling temporary relief, "Thanks," he murmured before coughing, feeling his throat clog up again with blood. He lurched over, and almost fell again, but once again, they saved him from falling. Once he stood tall again, one of the Huragok went in front of Sebastian and nudged him. Of course, he didn't expect that so he stumbled backward until he was laid down on a table. Oh, this is going to be bad. Then, they started bringing out some equipment that Sebastian couldn't see at the moment, but it terrified him. He didn't know what they were doing and his breathing picked up, as well as it could, given his current circumstance. Just because he won't give anything up doesn't mean he won't be scared of the methods they would use.

Sebastian didn't expect these aliens to then prod his chest, him wincing and thrashing every time they hit a sore spot. Furthermore, he especially didn't expect his bones to mend themselves together thanks to the multiple proddings of these things. Sebastian screamed at the sensation. It felt unnatural compared to what Dove normally does. It felt like his bones were regrowing beneath his skin; he managed to get his hand over his chest and feel the bones reshaping into their proper form. What in the Traveler's fuck is this? How the fuck? His breathing became better, whilst rapidly increasing, and he sucked in lungfuls of much-needed air. "How? That's impossible, no one else can do that except for her!" he yelled as he sat up, wincing as the bruises he didn't notice made their appearance well known. Without much resistance, he laid back down and sighed heavily.

One of them reached for his helmet which is a big no. So he reacted, he grabbed the offending tentacle and it squawked or warbled, one of the two, and the other Huragok wrapped around his forearm until he released it. "The helmet stays on, I don't trust any of you." Plus, I probably look like absolute shit. Then again, why should it matter?

They seemed to understand his words fluently, and immediately they all dropped their heads. One of them, the leader by the looks of them, touched a tentacle over his heart and his mind felt fuzzy for a second and strangely warm. Not the warm he felt on the ground, just days prior, but like a heartwarming warm. They wanted him to trust them and it was hard not to. They did just save his life, but how long would they continue doing so? Under his breath, "Why is it so hard to dislike you, creatures?"

Sebastian swears they chirped at his words, but said nothing more as he closed his eyes and thought about where he is now. The door opened and Sebastian turned, opened his eyes, saw the same armor from Sword Base. "Oh, it's you," he muttered, not at all preparing for the inevitable of him drawing his sword, making a threat, and then him following through on the said threat.

The Elite that walked in had the same gold armor and once he noticed Sebastian, he ignited his golden sword and snarled, "Why are you here, Demon?"

Thankfully, Sebastian didn't have to answer, "Because he is our prisoner, friend, so lay down your weapon." The Elite that witnessed him falling off the table before came in as well, accompanied by two guards. No surprise there.

"My sincerest apologies, Supreme Commander. I met this Demon while on an excursion down on this planet,"he said before deeply bowing his head. Some sort of royalty or is it just because he wants to be a suck-up?

"Go, I need a word with this one alone," the Commander said before the guards exclaimed their outburst and he silenced them with a wave of his hand. Sebastian continued to lay down, the Huragok continued to inspect him, still prodding at his chest. The Guardian would have laughed, but his ribs were still reforming. Still unnatural, but damn it if it didn't make his breathing better. Two outta three ain't bad.

The Commander said something and the Huragok restained his arm and his body. Sebastian should be terrified, but he honestly expected this. So, he took a deep breath before he spoke first, "So, are you going to ask me questions, not get the answers you're looking for, then torture me?" Sebastian put as much boredom and disinterest as he could muster into that question. However, on the inside, he was terrified at the prospect of their torture methods. The Commander stared, emotionless, before chuckling. Confusion crossed Sebastian's face under the helmet before in a flash, his helmet was removed by one of the Huragok before he could protest and his nose got a nice whiff of all the scents previously blocked off. He scrunched his nose in disgust, but not saying anything else. Sebastian's face was bruised in several places, his left cheek slightly swelled, his left eye was partially squinted shut, and his head hurt still like a bitch, but it seems that whatever these things did to his ribs, made some of the pain disappear. His face had dry blood surrounding his mouth, nose, and a little on his ears, from the ringing, yet he can still hear everything just fine. "There a reason you wanted to see my face, cause I don't think you are my type," Sebastian joked dryly.

The armor was a bright yellow, with orange accents, but it was guided with marks from what Sebastian could assume as battle scars. Sebastian saw how the others submitted to him, so he must be some sort of high political figure?

The Commander scoffed, "Humans, always thinking their 'jokes' are funny. That is not why I wanted to see your face." Sebastian went silent, not knowing what to say now. The Commander continued, "I wanted to see the face of a warrior. One who defied death."

Sebastian just stared at the Sangheili before him, his mouth opening and closing, "Excuse me?"

"You heard me, Human. I see a warrior's spirit in you, and much more," he said. "Perhaps I should introduce myself. I am Supreme Commander Thel 'Vadamee, leader of the Fleet of Particular Justice." Oh shit, the big boss alien? Oh fuck.

"Seb. It's just Seb," Sebastian replied in short, not really interested in having a conversation, less so with the Commander of all aliens.

"You do not have a family name?" Thel asked with high amounts of confusion. "Don't humans usually have a surname?"

"How much do you know about Humans, uhm, Supreme Commander?" Might as well address him by his title. Sebastian did not feel like getting beat to a pulp by him. Judging from the small visible scars under his armor, safe to say that this Thel 'Vadamee is no stranger to fighting or combat.

"I admit, not as much as I would like. You failed to answer my question, 'Seb'," his name sounding foreign to Sebastian's own ears. It sounded gruff and hesitant coming from by the wording and the tone, he is getting impatient.

"They normally do, but I don't remember mine. The original one that is. It's… difficult to explain," It was not a total lie, he does have one, but it was never originally his. So, sharing his last name isn't something he wants to do. Sebastian should shut his trap, but this is the longest he's ever interacted with one without it trying to kill him. The Huragok haven't let go, but they were intrigued by his words. They too haven't had much interaction with Humans. One of them put one of their tentacles on his head and that persistent warm feeling came back, making him sigh in short-lived relief.

Thel nodded, taking the explanation at face value knowing that it wasn't the full story, and didn't hold back on his next question, "What are you and how can you do these extraterrestrial feats?" So he knows about this, but nothing else about Humans? This is where Sebastian elected not to say anything. This is what they wanted, and he refused to give it to them. "Where is your construct, 'Seb'?"

Sebastian, once again, elected to say nothing. Thel sighed before standing, "Every warrior has their breaking point. You best pray to your Gods now, for they will not be shining upon you."

That was when the door opened and he saw five other Elites outside the door, one of them the female he has seen many times, the others… the group outside that she spoke to. Sebastian kept his face blank, but his heart started to beat rapidly in his chest. Do what you will, but he needs to be left alive, am I understood, Zesa? He spoke in Sangheili so Sebastian didn't understand what was said.

Sebastian only saw them nod their heads and their smiles were far from gentle. All of them had a lot of teeth and they didn't look like they were coming for a tea party. Oh, I am so in for it now. All five of them entered and his eyes grew wider as each one rolled their necks. "You disgust me Demon. I've wanted to do this since I saw you." Is this where I make an obscene joke about how steamy this is going to get? I better keep my mouth shut then.

One of the females that wasn't the Stealth one spoke, "We'll ask you a question and if we don't like your answer, then…" she let the threat hang in the air.

"First question. Where is your construct?" Sebastian closed his mouth, inhaled, exhaled and remained on the table.

They didn't like that, and soon enough, he was on the other side of the room, hand wrapped around his throat and he could faintly hear the sizzle of an energy dagger in his thigh. The smell of his burning flesh reaching his nostrils. Sebastian has experienced death, but it's usually quick. They won't be going fast, they intend to scar him, force him to give up the information. Something Sebastian will gladly die for. He didn't scream, he didn't struggle in her grasp, even as they all growled in their language. "Where did you come from? You aren't one of those faceless Demons." They aren't faceless, asshole. You all just assume they are because they defend themselves from your slaughterhouse!

Even in the chokehold, his eyes remained defiant and his mouth remained closed. His nose scrunched up as she pulled out the dagger and then stabbed him in his stomach. As per usual, he only made a sound as more of his blood flow from his mouth and down his chin. The female dropped him and then kicked him in his ribs and sent him sliding across the room, he grunted and held his hand over his chest, feeling the recently repaired bones break.

His beating continued for hours, each female taking as long as they wanted. The Huragok healed his external and his bones, but they couldn't help him for the constant suffering he went through, psychologically. It will be a miracle if he doesn't have any residual trauma when he gets out. Before they left, they each delivered a final hit to Sebastian and then ordered the Huragok to not help him. To let him suffer.

And suffer he shall.

When the female Elites were done with him, they reported to the Supreme Commander. Thel was on the bridge of his Flagship, Seeker of Truth. He was informing the Prophets of the status of their invasion and the new acquisition that his one of a kind team collected. There were answers that were needed. No other Demon has shown these types of abilities and these were ones that the Prophets wished to exploit. Specifically, immortality. Thanks to the efforts of the team, they have footage of 'Seb' coming back to life. The Covenant has eyes everywhere.

These were the only five Female Sangheili in Thel 'Vadamee's fleet. He picked these five for each specific reason. Thel had gone to the Prophets and requested that they are allowed into his ranks and his ranks only. The Prophets have favored Thel for a long time, so they allowed it if it benefitted the Covenant.

Zesa 'Vrarum. The appointed leader of the squad, her leadership skills allows her to become the Special Operations Officer, wearing a modified version of the General gear. It is distinctly colored showing that she is not an actual General. It was colored in a lighter red, an important distinction, with dark purple accents. Zesa has some pull in previous battles and her strategic input helped Thel win some key battles. Unfortunately for her, she was not allowed to receive any credit, as it would not be widely accepted. Her Commander made sure to know that her efforts were appreciated, as she often converses with him to discuss strategy. She took this praise with pride and it re-enforced her honor. Many believed that being a Female in the Covenant army would be a dishonor. Can you be dishonored if you were never given honor in the first place?

Khaso 'Malcamai. The Assassin and part of the team responsible for bringing 'Seb' in, along with her brother, Theg 'Malcamai. Her work at suppressing high priority targets who dared threatened her Commander's rule was invaluable. On one occasion, she saved his life as a heretic attempted to assassinate Thel 'Vadamee at one point in time, not that he needed it, but appreciated the effort. When she killed the heretic, Thel took note of how she wielded a blade. He took her in and trained her as well when he had the time. So with what she knows, she became a Stealth Major. Her modified Spec-Ops armor, colored in the same shade of red as Zesa, allows her to have multiple daggers, physical and energy on her person. She at least got to use the physical ones a few times, but she prefers plasma. On another note, she is the most vicious one of the bunch. An unfathomable bloodlust.

Boxa 'Vovumee. The close-quarters combat specialist. She prefers her enemies up close and personal. Being an officer is what makes her opponent underestimate her. She had fought many of her fellow Sangheili on the open roads of Sanghelios and at one point in time, Thel had seen her prowess in hand-to-hand combat and had kept a close eye on her. Her modified Ultra gear, which does not depict her rank in any form, shows multiple dents from sparring with other Sangheili, so she knows her opponents inside and out. Most of the Sangheili on the Seeker of Truth know that she can and will kick their ass. Boxa prefers beating her opponents down rather than killing but is close behind Khaso in her viciousness.

Roea 'Goram. Weapons specialist. Knows every Covenant and Demon weapon under the Suns. She takes great pride in her weapons and makes sure her brothers and sisters are well equipped to take down any threat. She could tell you the condition of a weapon without even picking it up, whether it fires, whether it has ammo lying around if it's a human weapon and if it's charged or not if it's plasma-based. Thel had thrown multiple tests at her, going from disassembling to reassembly, to weapon tests, and even going as far as explosive disarmament. She is a vital part of the team that her sisters value her word when it comes to reason. Roea is the voice of reason for the team, will be violent if given a reason, but is the least vicious of the group. Her altered Minor armor gives off the appearance of harmlessness, but push her the wrong way, and she will retaliate.

Shoya 'Revamee. The Ranger, the scout, however one puts it. She was the child who would disappear and come back hours later, perfectly fine bringing back something once thought lost, an old Sangheili relic, one that the Presitesses had used and was lost some time ago. She always explored the land until every stone was turned. Her armor is the Ranger, colored in that red shade as every other female. The accents were another shade of red, but they contrasted nicely. Her armor came with a modified jetpack for better control and maneuverability. She lies in the middle of the rage scale, and some might even say, she is bipolar, if that is even possible for Sangheili.

Thel had just finished delivering his report as the five females entered the bridge, all of them with the smell of the human's blood on them. Is he alive? he asked not turning around as of yet. He was filing a report on his actions, hoping to take notes on this Human. When he turned around, he noticed that Roea has some stains on her armor, which was quite the surprise. Moving to the not surprising one, Khaso. It looked like she bathed in his blood, her lighter armor looked around five to six shades darker.

Zesa responded, bowing as she did, He refused to tell us anything. Even Khaso had started to cut his other limb off. Resilient, this Demon. He barely made a sound, even though all of us went at him. We've ordered the Huragok to not tend to him, to let him think about answering your questions.

Thel turned to look at them, A warrior he is. One who does not give up anything, even in the face of his own death. Curious… He did not tell you where his construct was? Nor did he say anything about his gift?

No, Supreme Commander.

Was there anyone with him at the crash site? He questioned the group, maybe he had hidden it or sent it away…

No one else survived. One of the Demons reported was obliterated in the destruction of the Long Night of Solace. Even if they made it off the ship, a Demon could not survive a fall from that height, Khaso replied bowing as well.

Go, clean your armor, sisters, and wait for my command, Thel said to the group.

Yes, Supreme Commander, the group replied in unison.

Thel continued to gaze out over the bridge and to the planet below before walking to go see 'Seb' and see if he actually lived. Sometimes, the females can get carried away.

Sebastian hurt in places he didn't know that could. His armor was pretty much shredded at this point, he was dripping blood in places he didn't know was possible for blood to even get to. He was lying on the floor in a small pile of his own life. He refused to be moved as any small movement would hurt, but through all that, he never made a sound. Many times he wanted to pass out, but if he did, then all the pain he has been harboring since their separation, then Dove would feel what he is at four times the amount. In short, it'll make Dove comatose. The last he wanted to do was send her away, and she is important to him, always will be.

The Huragok had moved him, or at least, tried to. He grumbled every time they got close and they didn't want to go against his wishes. They all took an interest in him. They wanted to heal something because that's what they do. They can somewhat heal him as Dove does. The problem is, he feels the bones mending together again and the bruising on his body detests it, almost making him whimper in pain. The only thing that's keeping him from actually crying out in pain, was the fact that he was thinking about Dove and what he would do if he lost her. Those dark, morbid thoughts were more painful than any physical torture ever will be. Him being a bonded Guardian separated from his Ghost is something that he would never wish on anyone, even those Guardians who don't exactly follow pleasant morals. He laid on the floor and remained unmoving and barely breathing. Sebastian only opened up one eye and saw that the room looked much worse than it is. He doesn't remember much of it, but he does know that he is most definitely not in optimal condition.

The door opened and Sebastian looked to see another set of armored feet. His voice weak, "Back for... more?"

"You aren't healed. Why?" The Sangheili Commander asked not at all concerned that the room smelled like his blood.

"They were ordered... to not touch... me for... some time," he explained simply. "I know...what you want… and I will die before I give up. I've been through… much worse than this," his words got softer and softer as his sentence went on. He was on the verge of passing out but he continued to fight that feeling, even if he knew that it would soon overtake him.

"So, I was right then. You do have a warrior's spirit in you. A spirit that has suffered much pain and much loss and yet you still persevere through it all. I can see you will not break easily, and yet, you could end it all if you just tell me what I want to know," Thel said before ordering the Huragok to tend to him. Can't have an important asset dying on his watch, he will most likely have to talk to Khaso about practicing a little restraint when it comes to 'interrogation'.

Sebastian couldn't hold it back as he was lifted off the ground, gently, but that set fire to his body and he shouted in pure pain. Thel watched wordlessly for a few moments before speaking, "Ahh, so you do respond to pain. Good."

Sebastian never felt so much anger than he did right now, "Fuck… you," he said through heavy breathing and gritted teeth. As he was set down on the table, Thel took notice of the many many burn marks and scars littered across his arm and chest. Since most of his armor was shredded, his skin is slightly visible. His skin-tight suit has holes in it, but it was made with Dove's healing protocol in it, so the holes were subtly closing. Not noticeable now, but Sebastian wouldn't be able to hide it if he was really paying attention.

"Careful, 'Seb', you still have your tongue. You best watch what you say, because unlike me, the females have a… how do you Humans say? 'Shorter fuze' than myself. One of them might just carve out your tongue if you speak in such a manner," he warned the Human.

Sebastian would rather take his chances if he doesn't have a tongue, then he wouldn't be able to tell them anything. However, the tired and exhausted feeling from his 'session' made his eyes droop. Sebastian swears he heard the Commander say something else, but at that point, his head dropped as well.

There was an echo in his mind and it sounded sweet, warm, familiar... until the cold feeling returned with a vengeance. His wall that he was holding up for this entire time came crashing down. The cold coiled around his heart and squeezed and that usually meant… "Dove!" he shouted in agony and his world went black once more.