The girl's eyes widened and she tensed.  Hadn't Ket been farther away?  She hadn't seen him move, he'd stayed almost entirely still.  What was he?  It seemed he had the same idea as she did, to wait for her to make a move.  The way he looked at her was uncomfortably intense, and she could feel her skin prickle with goosebumps.  "...I have," Amuné said at last.  She had been running for forever, it seemed.  And now her pursuers had caught up.  "But in the end they found me anyhow."  Her eyes burned.  They found her, and they hurt the people she cared about.  Quite suddenly it was just too much to keep in any longer, and the threatening tears spilled down her cheeks.  She didn't want to be crying, not now, not in front of people, not when she couldn't even say why.  Had she been somewhere else, she might have turned away, pretended that just because her face was hidden they wouldn't know.  But she was reluctant to turn her back, even as she was reluctant to put her knife away.  Wariness was familiar, as comforting as the weight of her knife in her hand.

She settled for wiping her cheeks with her free hand.  "I'm sorry, it's...don't pay me too much mind."  She might have left, retreated to regroup and settle herself, but something told her not to.  Had they found out yet, she wondered?  Did Tsitua know of the dead, know what had happened at the Upstairs?  She reached out with her power, searching for a thread of the present, but instead her Sight caught something else.  A fragment of recent past.

Amuné's eyes went round and she paled, looking sick.  But she held the vision anyhow, seeing the mages that had opened the portal to the space station, as they had been before Cain discovered them.  This she could share, and as it seemed Ketsuoana had considerable rank here, she did.  "They're dead, though they still live," she told him, trying to bring the images into better focus.  Anger flared and her magic responded, but the powerful presence before her stilled it.  "He did it -- a challenge.  Not the first ones he's killed, to send a message to Tsitua."  No, that part wasn't relevant, and she shrugged it aside.  "Nor the last -- for both of us."  An image of Jareth, equally broken, flitted through her sight and she had to take a deep breath to keep from losing her cool.  He was family, closer even than her adopted parents in many ways.  She wanted to keep him safe, as she had not been able to keep those of the Upstairs.  As she had not kept Zane.  Another wave of tears flowed down her cheeks, and she didn't even notice.  Tsitua's daughter followed Jareth, and then... Lya?  "...Twice?"  Amuné sounded confused.  "That's not even possible...."  Had the attack earlier left her worse off than she'd thought?  She couldn't afford to let herself spiral out of control, and broke away from the vision with a wrench, returning her full focus to the one before her.  "The mages, they're...I don't even know what that was," she elaborated, able to be more articulate now that she wasn't half elsewhere.  The girl covered her mouth with one hand.  "...I don't think I've ever Seen something like that," she added softly.  Those after her usually sought power.  Kabuto, it seemed, enjoyed pain.

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