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That would be so adorable and sad but I'm laughing instead XD |
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Amel rolled his eyes, “You three can’t be serious. They’re dead. Honestly? I’m surprised they didn’t kick the bucket sooner. So either you three can suck it up, or Ambrose can escort you three back to the city. Because I don’t know about Eni, or Karma, or Ambrose. But I can do all of this by myself. I don’t need any of you to do this job, but I’m not letting more people die that don’t need to. Illon’s gone, accept it already.” Eni nodded, “It’s just impossible that anyone would live through a week of torture at the hands of people like Vipers. Much less likely for Illon to do so.” They sighed and looked at Agnar, face softening. “Come on Agni, you know I cared about them. But you have to accept that no one lives through torture without being trained to do so. Illon didn’t have that training.” |
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Esta was sobbing too hard to respond at this point and Isabella tightened her grip on her friend's shoulders, glaring at Amel. Ambrose flinched slightly when Amel suggested that he escort his friends back to the city. He was on Isabella's side, honestly, he didn't like the idea of leaving Illon. It didn't sit right with him, but he didn't want to jump into this argument either, it scared him to see this group arguing like this. "They aren't dead. Nothing you say can make me leave them." Isabella hissed, eyes dark with anger. Agnar looked away from Eni, trying to hide the tears that were rising in his eyes. "I don't believe you. I'm sorry, Eni, but I can't. I can't just give up. Not even for you." Karma scoffed. "How dull are you guys? Just forget them and let's get this over with." |
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Eni went over to Agnar, putting a hand on his shoulder. “I know you haven’t been in as many situations like this as I have. But I’ve dealt with something similar before. Someone trained to survive an interrogation and torture had been captured during my first mission. A week after they were captured, if they didn’t escape, then we were supposed to go after them. They were dead when we found them. Illon’s been gone the same amount of time but they didn’t have training. They’re long gone at this point, and we’re just risking ourselves by going after them.” Amel stared at Isabella. “How about you listen to your superior? You want to challenge my authority then we can go at it and see who ends up winning. I can assure you that your little flames won’t be able to beat me. But I won’t stand for your insubordination, Finley.” |
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Agnar shook his head, still refusing to make eye contact with his mentor. "Maybe I'm young, Eni, maybe I'm stupid, but I can't leave Illon behind. I don't care if they're dead, because what if they aren't? I could never forgive myself for not trying, even if it's hopeless. If we get there and they are dead, then at least I know I couldn't save them, but if I don't try, if I don't know, for a fact, that they're dead, then there's always a chance that I could have saved Illon and chose not to." The ranger took a deep breath and looked up at Eni, eyes teary. "I'm sorry, Eni, I don't want to disobey you, but I have to do this. If I don't I won't ever be able to forgive myself again." Ambrose walked over quietly and pulled Esta into his arms, nodding quietly in response to the grateful look that Isabella shot him. He didn't want to get too involved, but he didn't want to leave his friend like this either. Besides, he really did want Illon back. "I-I don't think Illon's dead." He said quietly, voice shaking. He refused to look at Amel or Karma, scared they might yell at him. "Thank you, Ambrose." Isabella said, giving him a comforting smile. "You aren't my superior, Amel. You never were. I do what I do because I think it's right, and you know what? I think you're a selfish bitch. You and Karma both. You just want to win. That's all. You want power and glory, you don't care, you never cared. You just do what you do for yourselves. Selfish." Karma curled their lip but said nothing, waiting for Amel to respond instead. |
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Eni looked at Agnar, eyes soft and sympathetic. “I understand that, Agni. But the chances of us being able to even get to them aren’t high either. You have to think about the probabilities. It’s most probable that Illon is dead, and it’s most probable that if we go to rescue them that we’ll die too. Illon wouldn’t want us to do that, right? You know them, they wouldn’t.” Amel clenched his fists and glared at Isabella. “Look, I am doing what needs to be done for the majority to survive. Protecting everyone would be nice, sure. But it's impossible. We aren’t going after them. And if you have a problem with that? Either you suck it up and follow me, or you can go up against me in combat and we can see who wins there. How’s that?” |
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Agnar clenched his jaw and stepped back. That kind, soft expression hurt more than anything. How could someone be so calm while they were talking about leaving someone to die? Without giving them a chance?! "I know, I know that Eni. Please... I-I know, but I can't leave them. I can't." He looked away, hating how his voice shook and tears gleamed in his eyes. He hated every second of this. "I can't leave them. I'm sorry. Please understand, Eni, I don't want-" He swallowed hard as tears threatened to spill. "I don't want to disappoint you, I don't want to leave you. Never. But, I can't just leave Illon without knowing for sure. I'm sorry. I'm really sorry." "Fine then! I have more than half the group on my side, Amel. I'm willing to fight for Illon, and I'm willing to fight for them. Unlike you, I'm not a coward." Isabella clenched her fists, summoning fire. Ambrose gasped and stepped back, dragging Esta with him. Karma tensed, unsure of what to do. This was not good for anyone. |
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Oh, should Ambrose tell Illon and brake them (and then try to fix everying himself) or no? I feel like telling the truth is more in character for him, but he can do either depending on how you want the plot to progress. |
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I feel like it would depend on how they all decided to not tell Illon. Because like, Illon is the kind of person that if they get told that there was a huge argument over whether or not to save them, they break in so many ways. Meanwhile if not told it also sucks for them, as you can see now. - I can work with either way of progressing the plot, it just depends on how much angst/in character you want. |
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Amel stared Isabella down, his signature look of sizing someone up on his face. And then electricity crackled at his fingers, the voltage high enough to knock someone out on the first hit. For days. As if he’d step down now. Salen stepped out as she heard the sounds of an actual fight starting up, looking between Isabella and Amel. She walked between the two and threw out her own hands, stopping them when they were in the position to be shaked. “Stop fighting. Now. How about this? We try to find them first, see if they’re alive. If Amel is right then we no longer argue with him ever. If Isabella is right then we get Illon out of there.” Amel looked at Salen’s outstretched hand to make a binding swear and then glared back at Isabella, waiting to see if she was going to step down first. |
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