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He rested his head back, looking up at the ceiling. "I thought I died."
His fingers gripped the sheets. "Why am I not dead?"
His eyes shot open, and he looked around nervously.
He frowned, his brows furrowing.
He grip on hers was loose and uncertain, and he kept his eyes closed.
He seemed to almost shy away from her touch, shutting his eyes again. "Alright."
"Of course," he muttered. "I've learned to care less about facing fears."
Sam shifted uncomfortably, and shut his eyes, sighing.
He coughed, a small hint of a smile on his face. "So now you believe me?"
"Don't," he muttered. "What if they find it again?"
"I was the reason so many pixies died, Eden. My school, all my aspirations, are based off of murder of another species. You hate me." He shook his...
"Don't do much," he murmured. "I got the wings and thats what matters. That's all that matters."
He hesitated, removing the cloak to reveal the injury.
He looked a bit panicked, but shook his head. "Whatever happens.. is fine. I'll be fine."
He sat down, pulling his hand from his cloak to inspect. It was coated red with blood and he went silent.
"Yes, all of them," he muttered. "You've best hurry, now. They saw me taking the last ones."
"I'm fine," he murmured, looking weak. "J-Just get the wings and take them back."
He said nothing, stopping horse. He stumbled when he got off, but stood again. He hid the wound with cloak, but kept his eyes down. "I got them....
(Yoop!) Sam had managed to jump onto the horse, the cart of wings on the back. He made his escape, approaching the meadow with shuddering breaths.
He wasn't expecting it, and it struck him. His eyes widened and he pulled it out, seeing he wouldn't win this. He stopped, pressing his hand over...
