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It was a wonder Daimyon woke up to the morning announcement. Last night was long, arduous and tragic: one to forget. He wanted to forget. A part of him was angry at himself when he opened up his notebook and found his notes on the carnage on the most recent pages, forcibly replanting the painful memories. The sight of the dead girl—Aleecia, one of the first Infinites to arrive here. Last night, once everything had settled, he had read over his earliest notes since his imprisonment and found the names of the original batch of people in Axis Mundi. Though they were still a few, they were dropping in number. Slowly and steadily. Even those still alive had been battered after the night: Krista and Felix had been severely injured, for one. Daimyon had helped Cyrus bring the former to a place where she could recover, and though the politician had been holding himself well, he knew the events he had witnessed must have also taken their toll on him. Same for Calvin and Isaiah, who had been part of the attack group and watched one of their friends die and another get gravely wounded right in front of their eyes. The poet knew the least about Mary and Caora, but imagined that if not physically, they had been at least emotionally scarred by what had transpired.

Running these people through his mind, Daimyon felt like he was the least affected from the whole group. Though the thoughts weighed him down heavily as well, he had the...capability to distance himself from the memories. Mere minutes after he had woken up, he was ready to head out and start a new, better day. He was sure the others were not feeling this way. He felt guilty for it, too. Doing his best to shake such a sour feeling off, he checked the clock and made a small note of the time he had woken up today into a dedicated section in his notebook. This was the earliest time he had ever gotten out of bed since he had come here. It was a deliberate attempt from him to get up earlier and earlier; before, he would spend a precious few more minutes in the bed after the announcement, but today he gave himself no such luxury. He needed the extra time awake. He sat up on the side of his bed and began scouring through his notebook—his morning ritual.

Once he considered himself ready and was also done with the essential routine, he stepped out of his room. If anything, the way to the break room was muscle memory by now. He did not see anyone on his way, which was relieving. Though it might have seemed surprising of the gregarious poet, he also appreciated some solitude. The break room was quiet too when he went to grab some breakfast.

Meanwhile, Felix was still going through the rounds. After his [i]talk[/i] with Geina, he felt an urge to brush his teeth. Of course he had already done so twice, and at that point, three times would probably not be the charm. Hearing his stomach groan for anything edible, the free-runner stuck Geina’s e-handbook in his pocket, deciding that getting some food would probably get rid of any remaining thoughts.
 
He was on his way to the diner when he spotted Daimyon entering the break room and he immediately thought of his discussion with Krista. Whatever plan Felix had, he wasn’t hiding it very well, as his expression was blissfully sinister.
 
As if announcing his own entrance, Felix threw the doors to the break room wide open, his eyes checking the room for any unwanted infinites. He energetically walked up to Daimyon, who had definitely noticed his entrance by this time, and after confirming their solitude, threw an arm over the poor poets shoulder. He was already looking back at his notebook, as he did not expect the man to make such a beeline towards him. His sudden closeness made him jolt a little.

[color=seagreen]“H-hello there, Felix.”[/color] Daimyon looked up and behind him. [color=seagreen]“Good morning.”[/color]
 
[color=fff200]“Early riser huh? That’s good! Gives you more time to enjoy the day.”[/color] Felix removed his arm from Daimyon with a soft pat before walking up to the fridge, but while giving the refrigerator door a tug, his injured back stung him with a needle; If Daimyon was paying close attention, he could spot Felix’s face cringe for a millisecond. He was not, but he could have been.
 
[color=fff200]“It’s good that you’re alone, I’ve got something I need your help with, something sewkwut(secret).”[/color] Before finishing his sentence, Felix had already stuffed his mouth with a sandwich.

There was something in Felix's straight-to-the-point approach to everything—be it moving or speaking—that intrigued the poet. His head perked up once again upon hearing his words, but this time he closed his notebook and paid closer attention.
[color=seagreen]“Something...secret?”[/color] he reiterated. [color=seagreen]“And what would it entail, might I ask?”[/color]

Felix strolled towards Daimyon with a sandwich in his hand.
 
[color=fff200]“Before we discuss that,”[/color] he took another bite. [color=fff200]“How’d it go last night? I know it was a total success, Davis made that pretty clear. But I’m still curious how you all did it?”[/color] Felix was obviously enthusiastic, which isn’t all that weird when you believe that you’ve won, but somewhere in his eyes, there was a slight anxiety that demanded to know if anybody got hurt.

It was a glimmer that caught Daimyon's attention too, and it brought with it a sudden, terrible realisation. The free runner had no idea of the casualties of the carnage, forcing the poet to make a hasty decision. He, like all others, deserved to know the truth, yet his was the most effervescent expression he had seen for a while now. He could not find it in himself to ruin it and cause grief to the young man.
[color=seagreen]“It was a splendid victory, indeed! The robots were vanquished, and we finally have some breathing room again,”[/color] he spoke cheerfully, putting a strained smile on his face and continuing quickly. [color=seagreen]“Now, Felix, don't leave me hanging! What is this [i]secret[/i] you need me for?”[/color]

An almost euphoric smile crept on Felix’s face as Daimyon answered his question. There was no doubt in his mind now, everything was going to be okay, And there was nothing that could stop them from achieving their goals! After leaving Daimyon hanging for a few seconds while bathing in joy, he faced him again with that playful look.
 
[color=fff200]“Well you see…….”[/color] Felix continued to explain the plan to Daimyon until the poet understood most of it. [color=fff200]“…….And we’re counting on you for a biiig part of it! So…are you in?”[/color]

The poet listened intently. No one else was in range to hear anyway, but Felix still found it important to whisper, so he knew it was something important. His expression shifted from surprise to confusion, to finally an easy smile as he let out a chuckle.
[color=seagreen]“...why, I would be honoured! But...what part could I have in such a plan?”[/color]

[color=fff200]“Well……..
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...And that’s it really! it doesn’t seem like much, but it’s going to make a woorld of difference, believe me.”[/color] Felix radiantly smiled.

[color=seagreen]“I see! Fantastic. We have to start preparing soon though, if we want to...execute it properly. Then we can go visit [i]her.[/i]”[/color]

Daimyon stood up from the table after quickly finishing what remained of his breakfast with Felix. The objective for the day was set, and he wanted to waste no time.
[color=seagreen]“Let us go, then!”[/color]