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I'm a really good mood. Dunno why, just am.

Kyle couldn't teleport both himself and Rythian, so he had to bring the help back to this crater. Shouldn't be hard. He looked out into the distance, focused and... flash! He was somewhere else. He felt rather drained afterward, but kept trying to teleport. Kyle wondered if he was going in the right direction. It would be such a waste of her used all of his energy going no where. He also wondered if before he could ask for help, a human would kill him. He was an Enderman in the human world.

He was afraid. Really afraid. And his leg hurt, too. He wasn't walking on it, but his teleporting was all but graceful and he often landed on it.

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Zoey sighed. It had been about 47 hours (but who's counting?) since she'd seen Rythian. Sure, it had been technically a dream, but she saw him. And his was real. They were real. She'd honestly never missed him so much. It was mostly because she now knew he was alive. He was still out there, somewhere. Dying. It made her ache every moment she wasn't it there looking for him. Nilesy asked her why she was constantly going outside and travelling rather far, often until after dark. Zoey could only offer the explanation of needing fresh air, or something like that. Zoey could hardly remember what she'd told him. Her mind was preoccupied.

Although she didn't confide the truth in Nilesy, she told Tee. He didn't believe her at first, and she didn't expect him to. He'd seem Rythian die with his own eyes, but what he saw wasn't what he thought he saw. But, after awhile, Tee came around to the idea of Rythian still being alive. Zoey didn't tell him everything, however, a lot of the small details Zoey purposely left out. She didn't think Tee needed to know some things.

Because Tee knew about what he needed to know about, he often tagged along with Zoey. Zoey enjoyed the company, but Nilesy disliked the loneliness. That was the thing about being alive with someone, there's always one of odd man out. Nilesy was the unfortunate of man out.

He was already running out of books to preoccupy him, and was growing increasingly bored and impatient. He just wanted Zoey to better explain what Tee and her were doing. "Getting fresh air" Zoey had said. Nilesy didn't believe a word of it.

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Kyle was already tired and there were no signs of civilization. He worried he would never find it. What if he never did? Rythian might actually be dead right now. He might be fighting a for lost cause. No, no, no, he must'nt think that way. Reality is what he made it. If he made his reality where Rythian wasn't dead, and help was on the way, then that was what it was. If he made his reality where Rythian was long dead, and help was far from even being slightly near, then that was what it was. He kept teleporting about, trying his hardest to assert the former reality instead of the latter. His leg had grown very sore and swelled up, oozing purplish black blood even more. Kyle hated the sight of his blood.

In fact, he'd always hated the sight of any blood. The thought that gushing warm liquid had one been inside of someone, serving such a valued job, cropped him out. And yet fascinated him. It seemed everything fascinated him, though, so his peculiar feelings towards the sight of blood did not surprise him at all. He had twisted opinions on almost everything. It was his overdriven curiosity, fueled by the world around him and his imagination.

He could somewhat make out a small building, or maybe it was large, Kyle didn't know, in the distance. From what Kyle could assume, it was made of similar black-bricks as the blown-up castle was. Our maybe it wasn't, maybe Kyle had been around those black-bricks to long and he was imagining it. Kyle did not know.