Holy shit, I'm not dead! Sorry for the long gap in my updating. I had my online classes and the fact I legit didn't have the drive to sit down for hours and write means this took longer. Some names may be unfamiliar, just skim chapter two until you find the names. Meanwhile, the other three are my OCs for Destiny. Self-indulgent, probably, but I mentioned the idea of wondering where they are and have they noticed yet. Anyway, thank you for all the follows/favorites and reviews.
As for the OCs, a revamped story will be coming. Their names are different from the original and I'm still ironing out the details. Anyway, enjoy the chapter everyone!
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Sebastian's fingers brushed the platform, but he couldn't get a grip on it, and he was ready to accept death because he was going to take a knife and stab his heart before he hit the ground. A lethal way to do it, also a dark way to do it, but falling and breaking your legs and spine on impact, to then feel all that pain when he next woke up was not something Sebastian wanted to do today.
In that moment of passing by the platform, he closed his eyes and used his free hand to reach for his knife. He'd rather not spend time waiting for the ground to surprise him.
"I am so going to kill you once I get you up here," a voice said, angry, Sebastian might add. Strange, it felt like he wasn't falling. "Are you going to help me pull you up, or am I going to rip your arm out of your socket?" The voice was annoyed, judging by its tone.
Sebastian looked up to see the visor of Faye staring back at him, "Holy shit you caught me?"
"I'm seriously about to let you fall unless you grab onto the platform," she threatened, which sounded more like a promise. So, Sebastian quickly put the knife away and reached up to grab Faye's other hand and with a single motion, she pulled him up on the platform. Once he did, he laid down and took deep breaths, the adrenaline that was previously in his system dissipated and he was left exhausted. "You and I are going to have some words, Sebastian," she gritted out, standing over him.
Sebastian awkwardly put his hands over his midsection, defending his more important bits. Plus, he would be pretty sure that they would… Nope. Not going there. Point being, he didn't want to die like that. "I'm sure sorry doesn't cut it, does it?"
Faye took the training knife out from one of her pouches on her chest and threw onto his chest, where it bounced on the platform. "Do that again, and I will harm you," she promised.
"It worked, didn't it?!" he shouted from the ground as she walked away. He then spoke just loud enough for Dove. "Dove, it worked, didn't it; all things considered."
"Yet, you aren't wondering why she was taking it so harshly?" Dove questioned.
"Not really, no," he sat up, shrugging before wincing. His right arm must have been dislocated. With a mental countdown, he pushed it back into place with a small grunt.
Dove huffed, "Well, considering how you both feel, and don't give me the 'we don't feel for each other' argument, I have at least fifteen recent pieces of evidence that say otherwise. Her emotional side is coming in and adding on to how she feels about you, she was only concerned about your well-being. Face it, Sebastian, she likes you, maybe more than you might think."
Sebastian stood up, shrugging off the very last bits of adrenaline and sort of limping mixed with walking before he got into the Falcon and just collapsed, gently, on the floor. He didn't speak but under the helmet, his mouth was opening and closing, trying to come up with some sort of retort for Dove's last comment. It doesn't seem that way to him. He knows she likes him, shown by the few moments and kisses they shared, but for all he knows, it could have been just the heat of the moment or their rising tension. Sebastian knows where he stands, and how he feels. He loves her a lot more than he should, considering she could snap him like a twig if she so desired. The Hunter didn't respond when the Marines tried to talk to him. His hearing vaguely caught 'how did you do that?' but not much else. He didn't have the drive to even speak. Right now, his drive was directed at what was going through her head.
The Spartan, once she made sure he was on the platform, hopped into the pilot seat of the Falcon and made sure all of her systems were functioning. Which they were, finally. Meanwhile, she informed Kat that they destroyed the second jammer and were en route to the ONI building located on the opposite side of the area. From there, they were going to see if they could get in contact with Colonel Holland for further orders. She thought about her previous actions. All she saw was him falling and that sight made her heart beat a little faster, in anxiousness. When she saw him jump the second time, and she thought he was done for when she remembered that his boots allowed him a third jump. Her body had taken steps forward before her mind caught up with her. From where she was, she could see the flash of fear in his body's expression when he missed the platform. She wanted to scold him, tell him how stupid it was. Yet, she couldn't bring herself to do so. Faye clenched her fists, so much so, that the material on her hands creaked. She was filled with so much anger at herself, Sebastian, and just the world in general. Her developing feelings are something she has to constantly monitor now. She doesn't want to expose too much or too little, and with Sebastian, it is much more difficult to be her calm, collected self. Yet, a part of her likes that. It shows a different side of her.
Without much more thought, Faye started flying the Falcon back to the rest of Noble Team. Kat wanted them back because they were going to contact Holland to receive further orders. However, in the passenger seats of the Falcon, Sebastian got a feeling, and he was paying close attention to it. He wanted to make sure nothing happened. Dove picked up on his alertness but said nothing. The Ghost knew that he would tell her when he was comfortable. There was a certain finesse to being a Ghost. They cannot push their Guardians for information, at least, not all the time. They can push when they know they are withholding pertinent information. Dove has been able to pick apart his body language over the years and this feeling he just got was calm compared to others, but he will be much more alert for the next few hours. When he sat up again, all thoughts stopped and his mind only focused on the feeling. If it was about himself, he would be fidgeting. If it about others, he gravitates towards them. If it's an event yet to happen, he becomes overly cautious.
Dove flicked their link to make him refocus on the matters at hand and much to her surprise, he did. His posture slacked again before he grabbed a knife and started to twirl it mindlessly. The skies were still clear and they were for as far as he can see, minus the scuffles going on way back, it doesn't seem like it should be this clear, but Sebastian will take the break that he can get. He wondered what would have happened if Faye didn't catch him. The thoughts were dark, but they were true.
Still, he said nothing more as they arrived at the ONI building. Mostly evacuated, but still, the fact that Agent Rice was so interested in him, unnerved him to no end. However, he just wanted to be left alone and help the Spartans fight this war. Then maybe find a way home. The thought still comes to mind, but the more he stays here, the more he doesn't want to leave. Too bad interdimensional travel hasn't been proven, right? Still doesn't excuse the small guilt I have. Sebastian was going to elaborate on his thoughts, but the sound of Faye's voice telling them that they will be landing soon made his eyes refocus on the landing platform. He asked Dove to give him Hakkon's again and when it landed in his hands, the magazines on his chest shifted to accommodate. Noticing it was still empty, he slapped a fresh magazine into it before pulling the release, priming a round. Sebastian flicked the safety on and put it on his sling. The knife he was twirling went back into the sheath as the Falcon landed. As soon as it did, he jumped out and scanned the horizon, a habitual check whenever he went on patrol. It gave him comfort knowing that the habit still stuck.
Once he deemed it safe, he took steps backward inside. Faye noticed his motions and rolled her eyes under her helmet. When they were out of sight of the Falcon, she dragged him and pushed him against the wall. This sent flashes of the patrol a while back when he first met the Elites. She sneered in his face, "Never pull that stunt again, do you hear me? What would you have done if I missed?"
Sebastian didn't make any moves but spoke softly, "Then I would have killed myself before I hit the ground." Faye recoiled in slight shock at his blunt answer. Sebastian took that as his cue to continue, "Since you never felt it before, I will explain. Dying and coming back to life has its drawbacks. Obviously seeing people you knew grow old and die is one thing, but having an aftershock of pain even after you die just hurts. An example I have is something that actually happened. Back in my world, I fought a Fallen Baron, and it was a bloody fight, one that I didn't want, but it happened. My point is that they partially crushed my ribs and in my delirious state, I fell out the window, five stories up and hit the ground, died on impact." His helmet turned away from her visor. "When Dove revived me, I screamed in pure agony. The pain carried over, my ribs were fine, my spine was fixed, but the phantom pain lingered. If you missed, I was going to do exactly what I said I was going to do: stab myself in the heart. Can't feel pain if I'm already dead," he ranted.
"But why?" Faye's voice lowered, losing all hostility.
"Believe it or not, Guardians do have a pain tolerance. Mine's been pushed a few times already. I just know it is not the last. As for why? Most Guardians have developed masochist-like kinks," he said casually before walking by. They had business to attend to.
"This used to be the crown jewel. Not anymore," Jun said lowering his binoculars before turning to see both Six and Seven close by each other. "You both made it, good."
Sebastian was laying down on a counter twirling a Light knife, a Solar knife. It did give off a source of light, but the natural light from outside did the job too. Emile commented, "Heard you jumped off a building, Seven."
"I got to experience Bonzai skydiving, without the parachute," he chuckled.
"Who caught you?" Emile questioned.
Sebastian pointed his finger right at Faye, "She did, and if she didn't, I had a backup plan." He continued to twirl the Light knife, even tossing it in the air to then catch it by the ring at the hilt. The flames licked his hand but did not burn.
"What was your plan?" This time, Jun asked.
He stopped twirling the knife before locking eyes with the sniper, "Die."
Kat looked at him, then at Faye to see her fists clenched, but she was staring out the window, not even looking at him. Noble Two stopped what she was doing and tapped Faye on the shoulder, "Trouble in paradise, sister?" Faye didn't respond. So Kat continued, "Did he actually jump from the penthouse?"
"Yep," she said. "He almost missed the platform. Correction: he did miss the platform. I just barely caught him."
"I see," and she left, thankfully understanding that she wasn't going to get much more out of her. She'll tell her what she needs to know. Unlike when she told Kat that she kissed Sebastian, that was all her.
Sebastian continued to throw the knife and paid no attention to anyone else, except he would occasionally glance at Faye. He feels like he should apologize, but he doesn't feel like he should be the one. What he did allowed them to get out unscathed.
Faye meanwhile took Jorge's dog tags out and held them for everyone to see. Emile saw them, and Faye felt his gaze. "Keep 'em. He gave them to you. I'll honor him my own way."
"Jorge always said he'd never leave Reach," Jun said wistfully, putting his binoculars up to his eyes again.
Carter spoke now, "Jorge gave his life thinking he'd just saved the planet. You should all be so proud." Was that sarcasm? Sebastian said nothing. He let him speak to the team. No need to bring up any unnecessary drama. "Kat, any luck with getting through to Holland?"
"It takes time, and with the limited amount of equipment I have, you'll be lucky to get anywhere with this. It's got shrapnel everywhere. You never answered my question, Commander."
"You want to know if we're losing?" Carter asked over his shoulder.
Kat turned her upper half towards him, "I know we're losing. I want to know if we lost. Also, the chances that I can even get to Holland are- Never mind," she puts an earpiece over her shoulder, "Keep it brief."
Sebastian watched him walk away before swinging himself upright, letting the knife fade into the air. His body was now tense and as if on cue, Jun spoke, "Got Covenant movement, retreating. They seem to be in a hurry."
Emile spoke, "How often do you see Covenant retreat for no reason?" Sebastian's feeling slowly crept up his spine as his eyes landed on Kat.
"Radiation flare! Forty million roentgens," she announced looking at a datapad.
Carter turned around, dropping the earpiece, "Just lost all comms, what happened?"
Faye supplied the answer, "The atomic excitement trashed all signals. As for where it is… close."
"How cl-" Carter didn't finish his question as the window was smashed.
"That close!" Faye shouted.
All of Noble Team ran for the elevators. Carter, Jun, and Emile went into one elevator. Kat, Sebastian, and Faye went into the other one. Actually, Faye pushed Sebastian into the elevator, making sure he doesn't pull anything. Once they were all into the lift, Kat tried to push the button, missed before hitting it on the second time. "First glassing? Me too,"
"Since I've never heard the term 'glassing' before, yes, this is my first glassing," Sebastian said curtly, his eyes on Kat. His feeling was burning now.
"Best option is a bunker on sublevel two, ninety meters north. Did we get orders from Holland?" Kat asked, typing on her datapad.
"We're being redeployed to Sword Base," he responded, which was setting off all sorts of red flags for Sebastian.
"Sword?! Covenant own it now, Commander! What do they need us for?" Jun shouted.
Carter responded, "Torch and burn. He wants us to prevent Dr. Halsey's excavation data from falling into enemy hands."
The elevators stopped and the three Male Spartans exited and started moving. Then, the ladies and Sebastian's opened and started moving. Kat spoke, "If it hasn't already."
"Maybe, but the rumor is that the Covenant are still hunting for something," Carter supplied.
"What does he get for calling off a Demolition On-" her words were cut off as Covenant Needle round was fired. Faye stopped and leveled her weapon at the hole in the roof and started firing at the Phantom above.
When it flew away, Faye saw Kat getting up, seemingly alright. That meant… no. Faye saw the blood leaking from Sebastian. "Dove? Is he?"
A low growl made her pause. Sebastian's arms moved and he hoisted himself on one arm while the other covered his the right side of his neck. His blood was flowing in between his fingers and on the front of his armor. Meanwhile, Sebastian was bleeding out and he was choking on his own blood. Not much he could do about it, given where the shot hit him. Then again, he'll come back, but on the bright side, his feeling went away which meant crisis averted.
That was when he blacked out and his body slacked.
Kat turned him over to see the needle round that was meant for her. Problem was, it was lodged into his neck, visible. Both ends were pointed, sharp, very easy for it to cut the skin. "Come on, Kat!" Emile said.
Kat picked him up and started dragging him. Faye ran out and helped her. What Faye knew was that he dove for her and now he was out of it. Once they got into the bunker, they set Sebastian down, and that was when they noticed the needle in his neck. "Dove, what happened?"
"Well, he just saved Noble Two, which you should be thankful for, but I require your assistance. You need to pull the needle out of his neck, quickly."
"Is he alive? A pulse?" Faye asked, reaching for the needle.
"He's barely alive, and pulling it out will kill him. Before you stop, you have to realize that it shredded his superior vena cava vein, which is the jugular vein, meaning no matter what happens h-"
"He'll die."
"Correct, now please, pull out the needle, swiftly," Dove commanded. Then, she appeared and looked directly at Faye's visor. "Do it, the more you wait, the more he suffers in agony because I'm still detecting a weak pulse and it's getting weaker by the second. So please, put him out of his misery. I hate seeing my Guardian in pain, and he is still in pain because of his time on the Covenant flagship." Without much else being said, the only thing that was heard was the sound of the needle slicing flesh and his blood pooling on the floor.
"Guardian down."
"Did you have to wait so long? That shit really hurt," Sebastian whined as he clutched his neck where the needle impacted his skin. It was like an itch he couldn't scratch. It wasn't pleasant either, he was somewhat conscious when he was shot, and all he could hear was incoherent mumblings before his world ceased to exist. He was currently in a small firebase right before Sword Base, where Noble would restock and rearm before heading out to their torch and burn op.
"I should be mad at you for that stunt," Dove said idly, resting on her Guardian's chest.
"That stunt saved Kat's life. I should be getting a medal, maybe Shaxx has one for this, unlike when obtaining a fifty elimination streak," Sebastian breathed out.
A hand gripped his shoulder and his hand covered it before they spoke, "Relax, Seb, no need to kill me, you already saved me once." Kat.
Kat walked around him and sat across from him. Sebastian seemed to pause before he spoke, "Hope you aren't here to put another round through my neck. Actually, I hope Faye doesn't come in here because then she actually would shoot me."
Kat chuckled darkly, "I'll be sure to relay that to her."
Sebastian's fear rose, raising his arms in a panicked manner, "Now now, let's not be hasty."
"Relax, Seb. I came to say thank you for saving my life. From what the rest of the team could gather, that needle round was aiming for my head. Ironic, isn't it? The brains of Noble taken out by a headshot?"
Sebastian put his arms down and breathed a very audible sigh of relief. "The reason I knew something was off was because of a feeling I got. It got worse and flared up only around you. So, I acted purely on instinct."
"Either way, I'm alive, thanks to you," Kat smirked before she stood up and left the room.
Sebastian laid back and sighed. Right now, he wasn't worried about anything else, he had questions on his mind, going back to the spark he picked up from the Traveler's boost. "Dove, could you give me a few minutes… alone?"
"Forgive me for asking, but why?" Dove narrowed her optic at her Guardian. Understanding passed through her core and she left without another word.
Before he began, "Dove, I know you're still here, you can't do that either." Sebastian knows she wants answers, but a piece of him doesn't want her too, for reasons beyond him.
When he felt that he was truly alone, he focused on the spark inside him, his hands hovering above his chest. His body tense, sweating, and it looks like he was about to pass out. With just sheer will keeping him conscious, he forced the spark out through his chest, making the room appear brighter than ever before. However, when the spark appeared in his hand, and he held out in front of him, it balanced in the air before him. "What are you?" he whispered, barely audible to himself.
It shook in his hands, as it tried to respond, but it didn't make any sense. Why does it feel so familiar? Something like this shouldn't feel this familiar, then again, it came from the Traveler. In Sebastian's eyes, it is a literal ball of light. Not an annoying light, something akin to a lightbulb, bright, but not blindingly so. It seemed to reach out to him like it wanted to be with him. Well, it was residing inside his chest. Still, questions were rising in his mind, but he didn't get the chance as the door opened. The spark in his hands became much more animated in its movements. Whoever was there, it seemed to like them, much more than it thought it would. "Sebastian?" he forced the spark back into its chest, giving it silent reassurance that it would appear again. Strangely enough, that moment didn't feel like him, but much more like a father talking to his child.
He shook it off as he turned around, his helmet meeting the golden visor that Sebastian has grown to like. "Hey, what's going on?" his voice sounded exhausted.
Faye crossed her arms as she stepped inside, "Why do you sound so tired?"
"Remember that spark?" Sebastian said before he could stop himself. Then again, it seemed like he could talk about it with her freely. So, why can't he talk about it to Dove?
"The one that shot out of you and healed my throat? Yes, I remember. What now?" Faye said with skepticism.
"Well, that's the thing. I can tell you, but not my own Ghost. Do you have an explanation for that one?" Sebastian said, still somewhat exhausted.
Faye took notice of his posture and was immediately concerned, "Well… actually no… I don't, but you need to rest. I already can see that you don't sleep enough as it is. So, do me this favor and relax, and get Dove back in her to check over you. She made it very clear out in the hallway that she was worried."
"Aww, the Spartan does care," Sebastian teased deliriously. The aftermath of him summoning the spark was taking its toll. "At least, I know deep down you care," he whispered before sluggishly standing up to immediately collapse on the bed.
At that very moment, before Faye could even speak, Dove came into the room scanning Sebastian. Tense moments passed, "He just went under an intense amount of stress. What did you say?" Dove's optic was starting to turn red, staring right into Faye's visor.
Faye stopped, this was the first time Dove got truly mad at her, so it was an unwelcome shock. "I didn't say much to him, but he was talking about the s-" as if her mouth was forced shut, her sentence faltered. Faye was surprised now. "He was talking about the thing that healed my neck."
Dove's optic went back to blue, "I don't know what you are talking about. Just tell me what happened."
"I have the video file from moments ago, want to-" before Faye finished her sentence, Dove pulled the file from Faye's armor and played it aloud. While Faye could hear every word perfectly, Dove could not.
"Ugh, why can't I hear it or see it?" Dove complained. "I need to know what is going on so I can help him."
"Well, he exerted himself too much and is now tired because of it, maybe a little dehydrated and malnourished," Faye said, making a medical observation.
Dove's shell bristled, "No, the Light can support Guardians indefinitely, but having solid food is something that Guardians try to get into the habit of, at least, those that can. Exos usually are the ones who rely on Light."
"Will he be alright?" Faye asked.
Dove nodded before scanning him once more, "Okay, he's dreaming. Do you love him?"
The question caught her so off guard, the Spartan took a giant step back. Faye honestly didn't think Dove could be so blunt. She always took her as more of a motherly type. Then again, this tendency is what Faye should have expected. Just, not now. "I need an answer, Faye, and don't lie to me, because I can find out if you are."
Faye finally got her voice back, "W-Why do you want to know?"
"Because I need to know if you plan on breaking his heart after all this time," Dove said with such determination, it made it sound like a fact. "Or need I remind you what happened?" Faye easily picked up the idle threat.
"Didn't know a Ghost can threaten," Faye deflected.
"We don't threaten, we promise," Dove replied, still awaiting an answer from the woman. Dove wouldn't stop until she got one.
"I do."
Just like that, Dove dropped her gaze and went back to her Guardian and rested on the closest surface she could. "That will be all, Faye. Thank you."
However, when Faye turned to leave, it felt weird; like something was trying to keep her there. With each step that she took away from him, it felt like the walls around her were closing in. This gave her pause. She turned back around to feel something calling to her, but she ignored it and chose to walk out of the room. She needed to be elsewhere to process what she just admitted aloud.
Sebastian woke to feel all sorts of stiffness in his bones. "Ugh, I fell asleep in my armor again, didn't I?" His eyes remained shut, but he managed to push himself up. Not that he really cared, but as soon as he opened his eyes, something felt wrong. "Dove?"
Normally, he would have received a response, even just by calling her name, but when he received none that was when he realized where he was. The scenery around him changed right before his eyes. Before he was in his room on base and then he was on an unfamiliar battlefield, full of Covenant and UNSC troops. Explosions were going off left and right, but no sounds were heard, his ears weren't ringing; so it either meant he was deaf, or the ringing hasn't stopped. He kept looking around, his breathing picked up. His eyes were searching for her.
His eyes saw her fighting off three Elites. Sebastian started moving and before he even took four steps, she was knocked down. Yet, she still kept fighting. Every step closer felt slower and slower until stopped as he watched as one of them stabbed her through the chest. Suddenly, they all turned towards him with a predatory look and charged him.
Sebastian woke in a panic, his breathing was out of control, the blood felt like it was about to pour out of his ears. All these moments, felt real. Something bumped into his shoulder and he blinked a few times to see that he was still in the room, Dove hovering close by, her shell knitted in concern for her Guardian. Without words, he gently grabbed her shell and held her close. He didn't speak, not that he couldn't, but he didn't want to. He needed to process his dream if he can call it that. Right now, he just needed the comfort of his Ghost, and maybe a certain Spartan, but he would never admit that to her face.
Dove picked up on those thoughts and let out a small Ghost chuckle, knowing her Guardian was blissfully ignorant to the conversation that just recently took place. The Ghost sent waves of Light through him and let him relax on his own from there. She recorded his heart rate and saw it was at levels one would have in an intense or prolonged fight. Ghosts normally would know what was happening since Ghosts and Guardians are soul-bound, but this was something she would have to ask about later. For now, Sebastian needed some comfort and Dove would happily provide it.
Even while laying down, trying to relax, Sebastian wondered what his Mentor's fireteam was doing. Something tells him that if he ever goes back to his world, he might just receive the biggest scolding of his immortal life.
Meanwhile, back in the Tower, a Hunter just returned from patrol on the Moon, along with a Warlock and Titan. The trio landed with each one having a different facial expression. All three of them were Awoken, a race of people spawned from the Collapse. "It just doesn't make sense, Verra. How could he have just disappeared like that? He could have gone anywhere, but…"
A hand landed on the Hunter's shoulder, dark yellow eyes meeting light blue ones, "You know he wouldn't leave without leaving a note, right?"
"Of course he wouldn't Senea, but that still makes me wonder what happened. I searched his apartment, there was no note. He just left without a trace," the Hunter said to his younger sister.
"Kaz, you know he wouldn't do that to us, considering…" Verra, the Titan, comforted her husband, wrapping an arm over his shoulders.
"Just how does Sebastian disappear for months, and we just now notice? I accepted a month for patrol, but now? I can't accept it anymore," he said pulling them along to a more secluded area.
A pair of voices brought them out of their conversation, "Are you looking for Hunter Sebastian?"
Kaz, Senea, and Verra looked over to another Warlock and Titan. The Warlock was around Senea's height of 5'7" while the Titan was around 6'4". "We last saw him when we were talking about-" the Warlock stopped.
Kaz gritted his teeth, "Spit it out…" his Light flaring in his eyes, giving her a dangerous look.
"We were talking about the increased Vex activity on Mercury! Myself and Del received an encrypted message that someone would look into it. Ikora's Hidden haven't done anything about it so it wasn't one of them and Del remembers seeing him," the Warlock said, nervously. "Uhm, the name's Nina." Considering they were standing in front of one of the rarest types of Guardians of all time, they should be nervous.
"Wait, you mean the Vex activity that surged then just suddenly stopped?" Senea asked, her eyes lighting up at the prospect of an answer that has eluded her.
The Titan, Del, answered, his voice soft-spoken, "That's it. I made the assumption, foolhardy as it was, that he wouldn't dare go near it."
Kaz sighed, "That was a mistake. He was the one who ran through the Hellmouth on a dare. Damn it, Sebastian, you dumbass. Meza, lock for transmat. We need to investigate."
"The Vanguard won't let you," Nina said.
Kaz chuckled, "They can try, but Cayde knows I care for Hunters just as much as he does. He'll let this one slide."
Del chuckled along with him, "With how many stories that Cayde has of you, I don't doubt that claim. Is it true you saved him from a Cabal Colossus all those years ago?"
Kaz laughed, "Yeah, that's true, but it depends on how much he exaggerated it."
Senea grabbed him by the arm, "Come on brother, we have a pupil to save!" her voice carried her giddiness. Verra shook her head.
Verra backed up, "Thank you. Now, if you'll excuse us, when we find him, he'll wish he never left."
Del had to sate his curiosity, "What are you going to do when you find him?" The following response made Del shover and left Nina lost.
"Make him wish he never left," she said, cracking her knuckles.
