Luxa has been in the Jungle for months now, and nobody has come. No humar nor flier nor anyone else. No scout nor explorer. Nobody. It is only her, Aurora, and the nibblers. And all other creatures which reside in the Jungle.
She had thought somebody would come. She is the queen, after all. Somebody would have to come. Or — she was the queen. It must be Nerissa now. But she would send somebody. She would. So would Vikus. Solovet. Somebody. Anybody.
But nobody comes.
It is not that the Jungle is an unwelcoming place. Not as she had thought. The nibblers are forthcoming. Moreso than she would have thought. In her mind, this is what a nibbler had been — a bore of an ancient teacher, a thinker rather than a warrior, an ally rather than a friend.
It is all different now.
She still hopes for somebody to come for her. Aurora lies in pain day in and day out. Luxa bears the same ragged clothes she had flown from Regalia with that day, when she had disobeyed orders and joined the quest. Her face is marred by scars. And she does not know if she will ever make it out of here again.
Perhaps it is because she had been reckless that nobody has come for her. That it is only a fair assumption that she is… dead.
Will they come? Will they not come? She knows not.
Perhaps they have all betrayed her. Perhaps all the blood she has spilled means nothing. Perhaps she is made to be betrayed.
She spits these words when she learns of what the Overlander did.
He spared the Bane. How could he? How, after all that has happened, after all she has done, all everything has done, how— how—
Nobody will come for her and Aurora. Will they?
She should not be hoping still.
She should not.
Perhaps there is something she does not know. Perhaps she has misunderstood something. Perhaps, perhaps, perhaps. What good is there in hoping? She resigned herself a long time ago to the fact that every day may as well be the last.
But they need me, she thinks, do they not?
But they do not. Evidently, they do not. Nobody has come. Nobody will come.
Somebody comes.
It is rats.
Rats and the Overlander.
The hope shatters.
She lets him sink.