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He didn't emerge from his room.
It took her a few seconds longer, but she fell too, landing by his side and trying to reach out to his hand. "Abel..." Everything quickly faded...
He laughed out loud before going to dismantle his bag.
She pulled hers out too, but felt it fall from her hands as her limbs grew heavy. Panic crossed her face and she stumbled towards him. "Abel......
"Oh, that's right," he teased, going to unpack his stuff. "You slept on the train."
She moved quickly into the room, but after she got about ten feet in, she realized that he had stopped and she turned to look at him, tilting her...
The apartment was how they left it and Ferris set their bags down, sighing. "You must be tired."
She followed him, hooking arms with him nervously.
He laughed out loud as the elevator door opened and they got back to her room. "Goodness, you snob."
She looked extremely antsy at this point, nodding. "Yeah. Let's get out of here."
They took the elevator up and he squinted at her. "Listen, Princess, humility is a virtue."
She nodded and began to run along the walls, stopping occasionally to put explosives on the walls.
"You just don't want to admit it because you don't want to be wrong."
Ophelia hesitated, stepping back a little nervously. "There's... so many, Abel."
He looked a little surprised, raising one eyebrow but not commenting on it. "Watch me."
She fell silent, following him.
"Well, that's really hurtful, Princess."
She looked uncertain, walking fast to keep up with him. "I didn't go into a lot of rooms, but I think it's deeper in."
He frowned, squinting at her. "After all we've been through?"
She paused, looking over her shoulder before joining his side. "Okay."
