Feeling his hand seek out hers was the comfort she needed the warmth of his hand comforting her, although they didn’t talk openly the feel of his hand in hers made her feel safe amongst the horror they were now facing. Just his touch was making her feel somewhat better, but even then, it wasn’t enough. Had it been her fault? Her undoing that had now landed them in this mess together, should she have been more persuasive or demanding that they continue back to the Capital? If she had then perhaps, they would not be in the current mess they are now facing. 

Even with her sorry it didn’t fix anything, as much as he could tell her it wasn’t her fault, she didn’t believe it. Even though he had said he didn’t want to go back right away she should have known better. [color=f49ac2][i]I should have known better, now he won’t survive. There is no way they will let him live; he will be killed, and I played a big part in this.[/i][/color] 

Hearing Thomas snap at them telling them to shut up she felt herself go quiet, as much as she wanted to talk to him to explain why it was her fault she didn’t want to give them the satisfaction or reason to harm them further than they already had. Glancing out of the window she could see they were driving closer to the Capital, further away from her district. Her home. [color=f49ac2]“Ethan… you’re not going back home.”[/color] Unable to stop herself from asking as she felt herself frown voice still raspy and broken, the fact they weren’t going back home only furthered her concern. Worried that their fate might be worse than what she had already thought, well what could be worse than the death they were facing. 

“No.” Ethan replied curtly as he continued to drive, glancing at the mirror he could see the Prince and Iris in the back seat. Eyes narrowing as he could see them holding hands, it only angered him further because they were seeking comfort in one another even amongst the fact they were now prisoners. “We have a more… permanent base of operations. Something that will hold the [i]stupid[/i] Prince.” It was hard to not sound jealous as he spat out the words, but he resented Caspain and there was no denying that fact. 

[color=f49ac2][i]Permanent base? Surely, they don’t mean…[/i][/color] Thinking to herself as she recognised where they were headed. One of their holdouts was one she couldn’t forget; it was one that had scared her when she was younger, haunted her in some nightmares on occasion when she reminded of the place. It was an old abandoned prison and it still to this day sent chills up her spine, it was eerie and cold, but some places had been turned into areas for living whilst some of the cells were intact. Regardless it was still creepy. [color=f49ac2][i]Though… he said hold the Prince? What does he plan to do with me?[/i][/color] 

“Yes. You know the one. I’m sure we have a nice cell all arranged out for his highness.” Mocking as he took a turning on the road heading towards the district he was headed towards. “I have something [i]prepared[/i] for you too.” Those his words sounded more sinister by the second, oh Ethan couldn’t wait to get the Prince in a cell. Taunt him and perhaps beat him up some more before they finally killed him.