Chapter 10: Truth
Sky pounded the walls until Ty and Mitch forced him back. They grabbed him by the arms, pulling him back as he shouted. They struggled but eventually they got him to sit. I could hear him pant, snarling. His knuckles were red. He hadn't adjusted his glasses, showing his eyes. You could almost see the red in them as he stared forward. We sat in silence. No one knew how to respond.
"Seto," Sky eventually spoke.
Seto didn't answer.
"Did you know?"
All eyes fell on Seto. The sorcerer's arms were crossed, hood covering his eyes. Sky got to his feet again. He pulled his glasses off and pointed at Seto.
"Did you know? Answer me!"
Seto tilted his head up so as to show his eyes. He nodded. Sky charged forward. Seto didn't defend himself. Sky got in one punch into the sorcerer's jaw before Mitch, Ty, and Quentin pulled him away. In his heated rage, he managed to shove Quentin to the ground. While Quentin snarled, Jerome helped him to his feet in an attempt to calm him. The two held each other up. I can only imagine how tired everyone must be.
"Why didn't you tell me!?" shouted Sky.
"Because you couldn't have done what you've done without the loss of Dawn," replied Seto, rubbing his jaw. "Think of what you've done after Dawn was lost. The lives you've saved! Everyone in this room was saved because of your actions. Actions inspired by the loss of Dawn."
"You son of a…"
Seto defended this time, slipping passed the first and second punch with ease. I had never truly seen Seto in fight. He seemed to be absent during most of our battles oddly enough. I wonder if that's on purpose.
"I kept a secret for the greater good, Adam. I hope someday you can understand that," Seto sighed. I felt his eyes wander over to me. "You don't realize how important the Sky Army is."
"I don't care," snarled Sky, stepping away. "Dawn was best friend. She was girlfriend. She was my life. She was my everything!"
"I'm sorry."
"That's what's worse," growled Sky, getting close again, "You're really not."
Seto looked away.
"When we get out of here…you leave. For good."
"Of course," nodded Seto.
The silence and tension was enough to choke a man, maybe two. No one looked at each other. Everyone tried to pretend they were in their own cell. Sky slumped in the corner, head pressed into his knees, hands over the back of his head, ruffling his hair. His glasses remained on the floor. I wish I knew what to say. I wish anyone would say anything.
"We need to get out of here," Ty eventually spoke. "Any ideas?"
"The bars are obviously locked," Mitch sighed.
"Pressure controlled so the only air in this thing is diverted to this cell," added Jerome.
"And the throne room," interjected Sky.
"We need to get control of the air system," Ty nodded.
"There are vents," shrugged Seto, pointing up.
Sure enough, the vents above us seemed to keep the water at bay somehow. It seemed impossible and yet somehow worked. Slowly, our eyes drifted downward until we landed upon Quentin. He folded his arms and scowled.
"Why me…" he grumbled. "Why is it always me?"
"You can mostly breathe under water," responded Jerome.
"You swim better than anyone I know," added Mitch.
"You're small enough to fit through the vents," shrugged Ty.
"You're our best option," finished Seto.
Quentin growled, mumbled under his breath as he got to his feet. Obviously being shorter than the height of the cell, they formed a small tower with Quentin on top followed by Mitch and Jerome. The still wet bacca held onto Mitch's legs as he pushed Quentin into the vent. Oddly enough, even with the vent open, water refused to enter the cell. Apparently, this water didn't have to worry about gravity. Nonetheless, Quentin found his way into the vent.
"Now, what?" mumbled Mitch.
"Now, we wait," sighed Ty.
The cold and silence fell in against. The drip haunted the moment. It echoed across the room. I bit my lip. What was I supposed to do?