The Dolorosa and the Disciple sit at the camp.
"I am worried." Disciple says.
The Dolorosa does her best to calm the olive blood down.
"Shh, I am as well." She says.
"I pray for the best, Porrim."
"I do too, Meulin."
….
"Don't give up!" Signless yells.
Psiioniic looks at him.
"We are out numbered, Kankri."
"We have to flee!" Summoner adds.
"How are we going to retreat?" Signless pauses, "They have us surrounded!"
"We will have to fight our way through." Psiioniic says.
"Hopefully they haven't gotten to Porrim and Meulin."
Please be safe, Signless thought.
"Retreat!" Signless screams.
The lowbloods push their way through. The Signless lets his group run ahead of them, seeing Psiioniic in the grip of one of the highbloods. The Signless sees him.
"Mituna!"
The Signless is pushed face first on the ground, he looks up, sees Psiioniic.
"Mituna."
Then the Disciple.
"Meulin!"
And finally.
"Mother!"
"Kankri." The Dolorosa says.
He glances up, seeing the troll who made him start the rebellion.
"Empress!" He snarled.
"Take them all to the dungeons," She pauses, "I have something in mind for all of them."
Signless feels as he is placed in chains as was led behind the Dolorosa to the dungeons.
