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You don’t thank the soldier as he leaves, waiting for him to turn the corner before you turn the knob. Just as you enter the room, the other door swings open and Levi steps in. “Levi?” you take a step closer but stop when your eyes drop to the object in his hand. Although it was wrapped in white linen, you can clearly see the blood staining the cloth. And upon closer inspection, you see that he’s holding a pocketknife. “Levi, [First], you’re back,” Farlan pokes his head out from the bedroom before you can ask whose blood it is. Farlan looks at you when you don’t respond, and noticing your gaze

“I’m sorry,” you mumble, unable to look Levi in the eye. Like Isabel, he’s gazing out the window, but where she’s looking in awe, he’s regarding the streets in silent distaste and possible discomfort. Guilt slaps you in the face when you realize it’s all your fault. Had you not acted on impulse, you could have saved them and avoided capture. You bite your lower lip, drawing a prick of blood. “Don’t be,” Farlan reassures from his seat across you. “It’s not your fault, [First]. We would have been captured anyway, and if you hadn’t come running along, we would have be

You fist the covers and pull it over your mouth, shivering. The cold is starting to seep through the blanket, and despite your body forming a ball, it’s still cold. You let out a huff of annoyance, and your eyes shoot open. Isabel is resting peacefully beside you, and Farlan has his back turned to her. The steady rise and fall of his shoulders tells you that he’s sleeping as well. If only I could sleep insouciantly like them. You muse to yourself, turning so that you are facing away from them. You expect to see Levi’s back, but you are met with nothing but the rumpled sheets where he once slept. Gingerly, you roll onto your

You heave out a long sigh as you wring the remaining liquid off your hair, feeling refreshed. Isabel hands you a towel, and you gratefully accept it, bringing the soft cloth to your wet skin as you begin drying yourself off. You were pushing the cloth to your hair when Isabel suddenly speaks up. “You know, Brother does care about you. About all of us,” she adds quickly when you give her a weird look. “What brought this on?” you wonder aloud, swapping the towel for your shirt. She shrugs. “Well, you kinda looked disappointed when he tossed the apple back. I know it seemed like he was rejecting you and all, but

Several days had passed since you met Levi, Isabel, and Farlan. You’d gradually warmed up to them, and were now on a more comfortable speaking term with Isabel and Farlan. Levi was another story. It seemed that the closer you got to the group, the more he pushed you away. Isabel tried to convince you that that was ‘just Levi,’ so you left the issue alone. The two of you only spoke when it was absolutely necessary, and those times were few. That was good, or so you tried to convince yourself. Your wound no longer bothered you as much as before, and you could now walk without a limp. Currently, you were soaring above the capi

A woman holding a child’s hand watches your group with wary, hateful eyes. A man is slumped over on the wall beside her, and if it weren’t for the steady rising and falling of his chest, you would have thought that he was dead. “It seems like the conditions only get worse day after day,” Isabel comments quietly as she scans her surroundings. You silently agree with her, but the sight is nothing new. You’ve lived with this for as long as you could remember. You knew this district was dying, and the people who were a part of it were no exception. With each passing year, less people loitered the streets. They eithe

“As soon as I remove the bullet, we leave,” Levi says, pushing Farlan out of the way as he kneels down in front of you. “Isabel.” The ginger nods, and scampers out of the sewers. Farlan looks at you for a moment longer, then follows her out. You watch them go, tensing again. Is this a trap after all? Your attention is diverted to Levi when you feel him grab your leg none-too-gently. Suddenly feeling nervous, you look towards the ceiling. Wait, does he plan on removing the bullet now? You flinch when Levi turns your leg over, fingers skimming the surface for the wound. Wordlessly, he pries the bullet from your calf,

“Hey! You! Get back here!” a plump, middle-aged man wearing an apron yells as you sprint down the street. His words only make you run faster, but as you speed up, you can hear his steps starting to slow until finally, he comes to a complete stop. A string of curses race after you, but his vulgar language doesn’t faze you. All you care about is not getting caught, so when your eye catches an indent in the wall of buildings, and after one final glance back to make sure the man isn’t following you, you slink from the desolate streets into an abandoned alleyway. Sliding your back against the wall, you gulp in some much nee