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While the offer of potion from Artemisia was polite from her, Locke simply passed the half-drunk vial back to the noble spearwoman. Drinking from something that had touched another's lip was a no go, especially if it was someone that was most likely a lowlander. Perish the thought of such a thing happening. Besides, his fairy could tend to his wounds after it finished with his clothes.

With the young Ciel's terrified introduction, Locke no longer felt as though squeezing the breath out of the boy's neck was necessary. No, the boy wasn't some insidious bastard looking to turn every situation to his advantage. He was just an absolute [i]idiot.[/i] A blithering fool who followed them out of cowardice. Locke no longer wished to spend his energy on choking out the fool. He could be doing something more important, like sitting idly and doing nothing.

As his torn threads mended, the fairy switched focus. Slowly, his bruised and battered spine was filled with relief as he rose from his position on the ground. He didn't want to spend more time than he had to in these horrid ruins. Though, leaving instantly was sure to get him riddled by the arrows of those who wished to get the treasure inside for themselves. How would he escape? He'd cross that bridge when he came to it.