Sebastian was in a dreamless coma; all he could see was nothing. Nada, like nothing even existed. He remembers himself screaming for Dove, and then passing out. Whether or not he was still on the same table he was on or in some creepy laboratory on the ship, remains to be seen.

Suddenly, his eyes opened and he winced in pain. It flared all over his body; his breathing picked up again and he shook his head. He tried to move his hand, but it was strapped down. His armor was still on his person, albeit in what felt rags and missing portions, but at least they haven't stripped him down yet. Every breath hurt, every movement made him feel like he was drunk, or high. Did they drug me? If they did, he probably wouldn't be conscious. The lights blinded him, so he closed his eyes, but the darkness of doing so caused him to open his eyes and the cycle repeats. He doesn't want to go back to that darkness. It was where he felt more alone than ever before.

While in that darkness, it was just him. Even before that, he reached out to Dove and tried to say he was sorry, but he doesn't even know if she heard him. His heart seized at the thought of never seeing Dove again. His Ghost, who has done so much for him, could be taken away from him in one fell swoop. He would be powerless if it happened. Hell, I'm sorta powerless now. If it wasn't for them literally breaking a majority of my bones, I probably could have been back to Reach by now.

Taking in the surroundings of the room, he noticed it was the same room as he has always been in since he was brought on board. It looked clean, considering the last time he actually looked at it was when it was covered in his own blood. Now that I think about it, how did I not die from blood loss? Seriously, the amount that was plastered all over the room was enough for a few blood transfusions.

Sebastian sagged his body as fighting the restraints were of no use, that and only needing one bracelet to hold him down would make it much easier. Add that to the fact that one of them had started to cut off his other arm. Hurt worse the first time, but this time, I barely felt it. Burning flesh though, that was probably the worst part. His face felt like someone painted on it. Dry blood covered most of him, upon having looked at his armor. He looked like that God of War shader that Grandma Eva sells to Guardians back in the Tower. His armor didn't even resemble any of the original colors anymore. He can't smell much of anything else either, his blood and the lingering burning flesh were the only things were dominating his senses.

Speaking of the Tower, Sebastian once again thought back to wondering if anyone knew he had gone missing. It has been about three weeks, but it has felt like so much longer than just three weeks. Maybe about two months, Sebastian would suggest. He hopes Faye got out alright, fighting the good fight. She better keep Dove safe, knowing that she was probably offline for now. Dove was probably still looking for him in her mind since that's where she would be when forced into that mode.

It happened after the SIVA Crisis, she went into that mode for a solid week, and she woke up on her own, relieved seeing Sebastian up and about, but her mood immediately went somber after seeing him without his arm. At the time, she looked guilty, but he assured her that it was not her fault and any time she would bring it up, he would remind her again and again. Just please keep her safe. She's one of the only things that will keep me grounded. You are starting to become a part of that list, but only if you can prove it to me.

One of the Huragok appeared in his vision and it broke the Hunter's intense focus on a certain spot on the wall. It prodded his chest and checked his other limbs, seemingly making sure that no other breaks or fractures on his person before it moved its head on his neck. Sebastian tensed. His voice came out weaker than he wanted, "W-What are you doing?"

The Huragok only purred, or at least it sounded like it was purring to Sebastian's ears, and just sighed softly, as it was giving him some form of comfort, the only comfort he's felt since his capture. He would be fully comforted if not for two things. One, the fact that this Huragok was giving him the exact same level of comfort as Dove. Two, he was still on the damn Covenant flagship.

It did not help that he was being observed. Thel 'Vadamee and the female Elite squad were all on the other side of the room talking. They either didn't notice he was awake, or they were lulling him into a false sense of security. Whatever it may be, it did not sit well with the Guardian. They were all discussing how to get information out of him. We could use mental tactics to have him tell us what we want to know, Supreme Commander. Boxa suggested.

Khaso responded quickly with, Or you could just leave me alone in a room with him, no cameras, and a few of the Huragok to ensure he doesn't perish.

Thel was idly listening when his hearing picked up movement and the faint whisper of Sebastian's voice. Thel turned and his eyes locked onto the Guardian's form, covered in his own crimson essence. In most cases, there would not be a prisoner right now, but only a bloodied cadaver to send back to the humans to know that they should fear the Covenant. However, this one is different.

Thel immediately walked over to Sebastian, seeing and hearing, one of the Huragok purring against the human. Leave us. he demanded. The Huragok snapped to attention, and with a sad warble, it left without another word. "Tell me, why won't you tell us what we want to know?"

Sebastian turned to see the very intimidating figure of the Supreme Commander looming over him. Still not liking how his voice sounded, he replied, "Why do you want it? It is useless information for you."

"Not when you can come back from the dead. That is a feat only a few can pull off in our world,"Thel was a clever Sangheili, knowing that this simple wording was merely baiting Sebastian. He wanted to see if the Human was smart enough to catch it.

Fortunately, Sebastian caught the wording and simply said, "In your world? You make it sound like we are from two different planets, which in case you haven't noticed, we are from different planets." My sarcasm will be my undoing, I'm sure.

"Cut the act, 'Seb'. You and I both know that is not what I mean. You are not of this world, this universe, in any capacity. You are fighting a war where you don't need to take part in. The question remains, how did you get here and how did you get these feats? More importantly, why are you fighting?" Thel said with what Sebastian would call a 'smirk' for Sangheili. Those beady eyes staring at him like it was looking at his soul.

Sebastian looked away from the Sangheili, knowing he was making a point; he could have not joined with them, but his own morals trumped his logic. I don't regret it one bit. Sebastian was not saying a thing because if he does, he will never be getting off this ship. With every passing moment, he was a prisoner that would be kept under the highest guard. Even for when he had to go to the bathroom. That's private time.

Shoya, the scout, came up to the right of Thel, Supreme Commander, my scouts have reported in, and you may want to take a look at this. She then turned to Sebastian, "It looks like we have an answer to one of our questions."

Sebastian's heart started pumping. Through the corner of his eye, he could see a video playing. This video contained their answers, but it would only make them have more questions. Thel was watching the report with interest, seeing this little floating construct, hovering close by to Sebastian. Thel's eyes turned on Sebastian, "So, that is what your construct looks like, hm? Something that small couldn't possibly be able to hold any information, but it is possible for it to hold all of your important information, is it not?"

The Hunter thrashed in his restraints, wanted nothing more than to be off this ship. Sebastian was dead serious, he will die before he gives anything up. "She is off-limits to you. I won't let you touch her! When I get free, and it will happen, you better start praying to your Gods and Prophets, they are probably lying to you-" Sebastian didn't get to finish his sentence as Khaso wrapped her hand around his throat.

She applied pressure as Sebastian choked, his face going red, as she snarled, "Do not speak ill-will of the Prophets, Demon."

Enough, Khaso, Thel demanded. "He won't be able to speak to us if he doesn't have the ability to." Sebastian would much rather be choked out so he doesn't have to speak with them. He coughed, his chest surging as one of the Huragok rushed into the room, intent on checking on its patient.

Thel noticed it rushed in, but said nothing and waved his hand to the females, ordering them to back up so the Huragok can do its work. Most of the females snarled, which went unaffected by the floating alien. It padded Sebastian's throat and made his healing process speed up. To Sebastian, his throat felt closed, mostly because of the force applied, which should have killed him. However, the Huragok's ability to speed up the healing process made him feel like someone inflated a balloon in his throat, allowing him to breathe. Sebastian went from feeling both sides of his throat touch to not feeling either side touching at all. Coughing once and looking up through tear-filled eyes, "I have to admit that felt so unnatural compared to normal."

Then, the Huragok looked to Thel apologetically before saying something and lowering its head in submission. Sebastian thought it was expecting punishment, but much to his surprise, Thel ordered it off with a wave of his hand. "Here I thought you were heartless," Sebastian said as a humorless chuckle escaped him.

"Not all of us are, Human," Thel responded evenly, while Sebastian closed his eyes, hid body getting tired. It was then he started speaking, "Should have thought about that when you invaded the planet. It was your Prophets, wasn't it? They wanted you to invade this planet for what reason? These are the questions I've asked myself while I've had the chance, Commander. You don't have a real reason besides gathering data on anything that is deemed valuable. Like myself."

Thel admitted to himself that he was right on one point, getting valuable data. Sebastian felt himself getting tired, the healing process must take a lot out of him. The small feeling of comfort lingered inside him still, lulling him to sleep. That doesn't mean he was letting his guard down. He habitually locks up his mind no matter what. His barrier only fell because of the pain he was in. His eyes closed and his body relaxed, but before he fell asleep he whispered, "You were right about one thing, Commander." Thel's gaze held interest, as did the females. "I am not from this universe. Maybe if things become right, and you find peace and I still happen to be around. Might tell you about it one day," and Sebastian fell into a recuperating slumber.

Roea spoke from the back, her voice conveying her increased interest, Supreme Commander, is what he says true? That he is not of our world? Roea's sister-in-arms also wanted to know if this human was indeed telling the truth. They were told most Humans would lie to get out of anything, to save their own skins. A selfish race, one to be eradicated.

Thel stood there, lingering over Sebastian's now unconscious form. From what we know about the other Demons, he certainly never fit any of the classifications that we have set upon them. It is also unlikely that the Humans would have kept this project as a secret, especially since they never get far with them. Thel chuckled but immediately turned serious. I do believe that whatever this Human is, he is indeed not of our world. That makes him a top priority to keep under our watch. While you are in here, on separate shifts, you are allowed to interrogate him, but do not kill him. Thel turned towards the group, When he wakes up, bring him to the bridge.

Yes, Supreme Commander, the five Sangheili warriors said in unison. Zesa was the only one to stay behind, taking the datapad from her Commander as the rest of them left.

Zesa continued to watch the recordings from the datapad and saw that this construct was someone close to him. She watched as the little thing go to his neck and watched the Human smile, an emotion of happiness. Certainly, this race of selfish beings could not have actual feelings, could they? Zesa continued to look over the now unconscious Guardian, noticing once more that he doesn't have both arms, while the video proves that he does. A question for later. What happened from then to now? she mused to herself aloud, putting the video down and moving to stand over him. Her Commander was correct, there was a warrior spirit in him. However, could one break a spirit if it was already broken?

Zesa continued to get lost in her own thoughts, as she examined the extraterrestrial Human, the one from another dimension. Zesa took note of how relaxed his body was, her calculating mind never rests. His entire face said that he was at peace, and if not for the rising and falling of his chest, she would have made the motion that he was, in fact, dead. Sebastian was not dead. Not by a long shot.

Sebastian was in his own mind again, just sitting there. He's explored all of his own memories, even the repressed ones, and the only thing he needs was his Ghost, but it feels as if the connection has been cut. It felt that way, everything came collapsing on him and it was too much for him. How he felt was hollow, like candy with only an outer shell of chocolate with nothing inside.

The only thing Sebastian felt was a sense of falsehood, but it wasn't his own, nor was it Dove's.

Sebastian quickly stood up and looked around, it just wasn't possible. It's not here, it never was, and it never can be. Sure, the Vex could simulate it, but it wouldn't feel real. The Hunter felt a pull and his body obeyed; he tried to resist, but it was ultimately futile as his legs were forced to move. A flash of light made his vision go white.

In the next instant, he was in space, with a very familiar ship in sight. The Long Night of Solace. Why was he being shown this ship again? Does this being want him to regret the fact that he could have saved Jorge but didn't? Sebastian thinks about it too. He knew that if he tried to fight the Spartan on it, he would have thrown him out of the hangar instead of pushing him out.

It was as if a magnifying glass was put in front of him, an image of one anyway. It was telling him to look closer.

Instead of fighting the being, he simply followed its instructions. Whoever this was, it better have a reason for why it is making him relive this. Then he stopped in place, finally realizing that he was in space, without his helmet… Shouldn't he be choking? He took one deep breath and realized that he could breathe, so he shouldn't be affected right? The ship tore itself apart, in much greater detail. He swears he could see Jorge, right before he vaporized like he never existed. A pang of hurt traveled through Sebastian's heart.

Sebastian braced for the knockback, but it never came. In fact, he never even felt it. It was like it failed to acknowledge him. He turned around to see the shockwave go out. Then, he turned back to see the ship split in two, and his jaw dropped at the sight.

In the middle of the wreckage, right where the slipspace drive fired, Sebastian felt it. The warmth. The warmth that he thought he would never feel again. Not the warmth of his Ghost, no. It was the everlasting warmth of the Traveler. "That's impossible," Sebastian heard himself saying. "How are you here?"

He did not receive an answer, no images, nothing.

There inside the wreckage was a shard of the Traveler. It was not the full thing, but after being so far away from it, the Light, it certainly felt as if it was the whole thing. The shard came into Sebastian's vision. Did it… come through the slipspace portal? But, how? Did the Traveler know that he was missing? Why did it come for him? Why now, of all times? Why not before?

An image of a headshake appeared in his mind, signifying that either it doesn't know or doesn't feel like sharing.

"Why?" the now stunned Guardian asked. Why won't the Traveler answer him? Another question, how would he get off the ship? How would he defend himself? How would he fight off warriors who could easily overpower him? He may be a Guardian, but that does not make him invincible. Even the toughest Guardians fall sometime. There would be an opponent that would outmatch them, just like Saint-14, the most revered Titan of all time. He never met the old Exo, but there was a time that Sebastian idolized the Exo. Someone who could bear the burden of almost anything.

He knew that he went into the Infinite Forest to find Osiris, but ever since then, no one has seen him, presumed dead. Even Osiris doesn't know what happened to him. That was a time he shut down, where he was weak. Where he felt his whole world crashing down on him. Dove had barely managed to get him out of it. His mentors barely managed to get him out of it. Then Rosa happened. She was there for a time and then she was ripped away from him. He was going back into the same routines as before. So, he did what he had to do to keep the pain at bay… There were times he didn't feel worthy of being a Guardian. This was back when the mental bond between Guardian and Ghost wasn't as great as it is now. So, at the time, Dove could not feel his emotions as much as she can now. Times were different back then.

Sebastian remembers that Guardians have risen from nothing to then fall the hardest only to come back twice as strong. Guardians have sacrificed everything they hold dear to them, even if that means losing their own lives in the process, a sense of honor and duty to protect. Guardians are held in high regard and after all, Sebastian was and is a Guardian, but not one to be held in that regard. Maybe he could change that.

An image of a bow appeared in his mind.

It couldn't be. Sebastian looked to the shard as it floated in space to see glowing energy within the shard. The shard was merely twirling in space as the energy seemed to remain constant. It glowed an otherworldly color, and it felt familiar enough. Then, the shard started to rumble.

Until it stopped.

The energy shot out of the shard and into Sebastian's chest. This time the impact did affect him and he was sent backward as the energy thrived throughout his body. It felt cold, but not the bad kind. The kind in which one was excited for something, in anticipation of something. It was then he felt it.

The Light. Not his Solar Light. Not his Arc Light. His Void Light. "V-Void Light? But it will make me go mad! I never went for it because of that reason! I deemed the risk too great!" Sebastian heard himself shout. He never trusted himself with the Void, even though Nightstalkers were rarer nowadays, and those that could handle the Void were encouraged to seek it out.

"How would I even use the Bow? I don't have my arm," he whispered out to the Traveler. His answer was the Void lighting up the space that would be his left arm. Understanding was beginning to cross Sebastian; even more so when the Bow appeared in his left hand. His hand was Void fire, it felt just like his robotic arm, but it was flowing with power. Even his normal arm never felt like this.

Sebastian held the Bow in the typical fashion and pulled back the nonexistent string. The resistance felt like a normal bow and he set himself, as best he could because he was floating, and released the string. His body never felt more relief than before.

A singular arrow fired and the streak of purple dashed across space. Wait, but this feels like a dream, he finds himself thinking. It feels so real like he was actually floating in space. Then, the shard plummeted to Reach and Sebastian did too. He screamed as he fell and the Traveler had one last thing to say before he fell back into his own mind.

Instead of an image, he felt his body filled with hope, the Traveler was wishing him luck, and to put it to good use.

Sebastian's eyes opened and he breathed in deeply like he was starving of oxygen. It resulted in startling the Sangheili who was watching him. Sebastian turned to see an Elite Minor, then it dawned on him, the female Minor. She was actually the least abusive of all of them. Considering the fact she still did beat him, it wasn't as aggressive. Out of everyone who participated, she went first and inflicted some base damage, but when it got to one of them, Sebastian swears that she's a sadomasochist. Once his eyes adjusted, he just relaxed again before thinking deep down. He searched his body for his Light and he felt the normal sparks of Arc and Solar, but he was pleasantly surprised to find a third spark lying right next to the other two.

His eyes saw his helmet and what was assumed to be his knives on another table. Much to his surprise, the helmet was repaired, like brand new. His cloak was also over there, left as it was, full of holes and the rose patch survived. At least it wasn't repaired. Each mark meant something.

He wondered who repaired it. That quickly turned into the assumption that one of the Huragok repaired it. Looking down, it seems that his armor was repaired too, but the blood… still there. Once he gets the chance, he will be checking to see if they left a tracker in any of the pieces. When his eyes turned back around, he didn't expect to be staring at one of the female Elites mere inches from his face. "Son of a bitch!" Sebastian yelped.

The Elite backed off before looking to his missing arm, "Curious. My sister informed me of a discrepancy in her scouts' reports. You had your other limb before, and now you don't. Tell me, did you make the prosthetic, or did someone else make it for you?"

Stammering, "Uhm, who are you? Because the only way I, uh, can identify you is how brutal you beat me?" Sebastian didn't really catch the names, considering they never told him.

"You haven't earned that right yet," Roea said. "You didn't answer my question," her tone became stern and demanding. She wanted to indulge her curiosity while no one else was around. Sue her.

"My arm?" Roea nodded. "It was made, post-incident. Had some help, about two years testing the kinks out of it. Still could use improvements." Sebastian looked away, remembering the first time he tried it on. Not a painless process. Quite the opposite, actually. It was almost to the point of regretting cutting his arm off. However, it was worth it in the end. He was able to use his arm again.

"Why did you require it?" Roea asked, again, indulging into her curiosity.

Sebastian tensed and continued to look anywhere but her. Roea didn't like that, so she gripped his chin and made him face her. Sebastian visibly flinched. Safe to say I won't ever like choking in the bedroom again. The flinching made Roea smirk a little but asked firmly, "Why did you require the prosthetic?"

"I needed it, can't be what I am without it. I felt like a piece of me was missing," Sebastian said, praying that she lets go of his chin. He was hiding the fact that the can actually fight one-handed, trying to make himself weaker than he actually was. He was attempting to lull them into a false sense of security. On the topic of security, the door opened and there stood the leader of the females.

The Supreme Commander wants him on the bridge, Zesa ordered Roea. Without another word, Roea undid his leg bindings and then his wrist binding. Sebastian didn't make a move, as now was not the time. Once he was pulled to a sitting position, his body protested. Damn bruises, go away. However, it didn't stop him from wincing. His eyes blurred for a moment, causing him to blink his eyes numerous amounts of times and then once the pain stopped, his breathing hitched, resulting in him sighing unevenly.

Roea let go of his arm and Zesa had a gun trained on him, just in case they had to drag him to the bridge. Sebastian rolled his eyes as he slid off the table, slowly, and finally felt the ground with his own two feet after how long? Sebastian doesn't know, but it was more than a day, possibly two. His legs almost gave out on him and his hand gripped the table. All the blood came rushing through his body, causing him to be a little tipsy. Once his back was situated towards the table, he used his hand to rub his eyes and then massage his temples. A growl escaped from both Elites. "Sorry. Would you rather me be able to walk or would you rather carry me?"

Both of them huffed as Sebastian stumbled to the door, swaying as he did so. I am most definitely going to pass out soon. As per the usual, one of the Huragok checked him over, checking his head, and Sebastian felt a small sting of warmth, the same comfort as before.

Sebastian then began to walk where his arm was restrained behind his back by Zesa, to which he sighed, "Is it really necessary? I can barely do anything without you all have a weapon trained on me or having one of you in contact."

A simple snarl and the pulling of his arm shut him up. His face contorted a little but gave no audible signs of discomfort. They guided him into the hallway and he took in the sights, memorizing what he could in so little time. Many twists and turns and many intersections, along with other Covenant spewing insults his way. They finally stopped in front of the doors to the bridge, which looked awfully familiar. Is this ship really like the Long Night?

The doors opened and every single, and Sebastian means, every single Covenant soldier looked his way. So, naturally to defer, "I know I look like hot shit right now, but please avert your eyes, you'll go blind otherwise." When all he got were confused looks, he whispered, "Oh wait… none of you have a sense of humor."

"Was that supposed to be a 'joke', Human?" the voice of the Commander reached his ears.

Sebastian shrugged as best as he could. He noticed Thel nodded behind him and Zesa, the one holding his arm, looked surprised. Nevertheless, she let his arm go, which made Sebastian's eyes widen, "Wow, you're letting me have my arm back? Is it my birthday?" he said more to himself. The best part was, he heard a few scoffs. Thel beckoned him forward and seeing no point in resisting, he moved to stand in front of him.

"Do you know why you are here?" Thel inquired.

Sebastian just stared at him, to then stare out the window, looking at space, looking at Reach. "You'll have to be more specific. Here as in this universe, or here as in on this bridge?" A growl told him to cut the act and answer the question. "Honestly, I don't know why I'm here. You're the ones who wanted me, remember? I would rather be down there fighting than being up here."

"Your abilities are unheard of in this universe, and it comes to a point of how you do them," the cogs were already turning in his head. Did they want a show? "You are going to show us what one of your abilities are."

"And if I don't?" Sebastian just had to ask. Thel gripped him by the shoulder and there was the squad of female Elites. No matter how he felt, he involuntarily flinched. Oh, I don't think I would survive that again. The Guardian chuckled nervously, "I see your point, but what do you want me to show?"

"Let us see this gun that you can make from nothing," Thel suggested.

Sebastian shrugged before saying, "Don't be surprised if I can't hold it for long." Then, he closed his eyes and focused on his Light within him. The familiar flicker of Solar resided in him, and he went for a pull and the Void wanted out. Sebastian guided the Void away and whispered to it, a potentially bad move on his part, especially if it whispers back. The Void will have its playtime later. Solar Light flowed through his veins and oddly enough, it flowed through him elsewhere. He opened his eyes to see a beam of Light come up from the planet and it impacted his chest, filling him with Light. Is it national Traveler Light giving day? With a newfound burst of Light, he summoned Golden Gun and stood there, the flames licking his body, even cleaning off the blood from his armor. Wow, I didn't think that was possible… hell, I never noticed that before.

"Are you satisfied?" Sebastian asked as the flames flickered out and he took a stabilizing step to preserve his balance. He physically shouldn't be doing that, but with his current condition, he's lucky to be standing. Having to summon the Light and be exhausted is one thing, but if he is physically exhausted, that's another.

"Very, it would only make it better if your construct was here. So we could 'test' the immortality," Thel said with an obvious double meaning. Sebastian withheld a groan and his comment that he wanted to make and instead just stared blankly at the Sangheili Commander.

"Well, that's too bad. She's not here, and you won't get her either." Sebastian felt angry, but couldn't do much because remember the cold feeling? Yeah, it's constricting his heart again. He clutched his chest as he went down to one knee; his face contorted in absolute agony. Thel noticed that even though he was in pain, he tried his damndest to not lash out audibly.

"Even when you are in pain, you don't want to yell. I admire that," Thel openly commented. "But we still have ways of drawing it out." The Commander turned to the soldier in charge of the laser, Get ready to glass a section of the planet. Focus on where that beam of light came from.

The soldier nodded before looking back to their controls. They want to witness its destruction. Soon enough, the beam charged and Sebastian looked up to see it fire. His eyes widened and he waited for the inevitable pain, and when he didn't feel it, he was shocked to feel nothing after it.

The Sangheili around him were all confused, and so was he, actually. "Was that supposed to happen?" The beam fired again. Sebastian didn't feel anything at that time either. When he finally got up, with Thel watching his every move, he hobbled over to their controls, and just stared out the window.

Then, he started laughing maniacally, "I see what's happened, and I honestly thought…" he started laughing mid-sentence, "You won't be able to destroy it, it is protecting itself. You fired on it, thinking it would work, but it didn't."

Every Covenant soldier snarled and Khaso had drawn her sword whilst standing behind Thel. Sebastian glanced over Thel's shoulder, "Go ahead, it won't change anything. Once I'm dead, I'm gone, and I will be free."

He was roughly grabbed the shoulder and turned around to see a Sangheili snarl in his face, its sword drawn. "Is that supposed to scare me? I've seen rituals that have done worse," his bluntness coupled with his exhaustion make say stuff that will get on people's nerves.

Even when Khaso had stepped forward, turned him around, grabbed him by the neck, he didn't flinch. Sebastian just closed his eyes, ready to accept the sweet release of death. Khaso then threw him across the room, instead of killing him. He landed and did a combination of rolling and sliding across the floor, somehow landing on his knees once it was over. "If it's alright with you, I'm going back to my room… or is it my cell? Anyway, I kinda know the way back, later," he said with a few chuckles mixed in like he didn't just get tossed across the bridge.

Khaso, Roea, guide him back. They followed but Thel had some parting words. Khaso, do not kill him, am I understood? Thel could feel the bloodlust in the air. She wanted nothing more than to kill him.

Yes, Supreme Commander, Khaso replied, clicking her mandibles, begrudgingly following the source of her anger.

Once Sebastian was out in the hall, he stumbled more. This isn't Light Exhaustion, no, this is just plain old exhaustion. He hasn't gotten any sleep, he hasn't eaten anything, and he certainly hasn't had a break on this ship. One of them gripped him by the arm and pushed him forward, moving him along.

Sebastian wondered once more where the hell Dove is; if she was safe, and that in turn led him to think about Faye. The woman whom he has fallen for. He would give anything to see her, just once more. The Guardian continues this train of thought and wonders if Dove showed her the message; he wonders if she even listened to the message, and if she did, what was her reaction? He was brought out of his thoughts by his door opening and being shoved inside.

His Light flared again, agitated that he was not doing anything. Sebastian at least had the conscious effort to tone it down, but it only fueled his pathetic state more. So when he got to the table/bed thing, he laid down and was out almost immediately.

The two Sangheili were quite surprised he didn't put up much of a fight. However, they were also unaware of what was going to come. Sebastian had a plan, and now that the Void is apart of him, his escape plan only escalated. He would just need the perfect opportunity.

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Here's a chapter that hopefully doesn't feel like *meh* but it is only setting the stage. I've got the perfect reaction when they all meet up again. Some of you may expect it, others may not.

Oh, and I have like half of the next chapter done... so you might get a second chapter...

-Horus

mfw I realize that the brackets don't stay...