[color=f49ac2][i]Did my father do something so bad to go into retirement? Had his mind snapped so much they could no longer stand it?[/i][/color] Thoughts swirled through her head as she felt his hand leave hers, the last bit of warmth and safety left her the moment he let go. Of course, he had too, they couldn’t just cling to each other in the car because they had to move, but still she had feared this place. The prison itself stood tall, looming over them as she finally managed to urge herself out of the car. All colour had drained from her face because she had never wanted to see this place again, she had stepped foot in it once before and her memories were hazy over it but the feeling of the memory told her everything. That fact all she could feel was the immense amount of dread for this prison, fear and cold it just didn’t bode well, and she hoped to keep whatever memory of this place she had repressed. 

Already she knew there was no way she could break them out of this, this prison was no doubt home to at least fifty rebels. If they still had that manpower, she had no idea anymore because she was so out of touch with what was going on. Though the people outside standing with guns didn’t bode well at all. [color=f49ac2]“I… I…”[/color] Stuttering as she failed to get her words out, scared to go inside the prison as Ethan continued to walk in front of them. [color=f49ac2]“I don’t think I can get us out of this one.”[/color] Whispering to Cas as she looked down at the floor, she sounded broken as if she was ready to accept her fate. Given up because to her it was a suicide mission trying to get out of here. 

Looking back at Cas she couldn’t believe that this may be finally it, that he would die at the rebel’s hands and again this was all her fault. [color=f49ac2]“This is all my fault. If only we’d never met… you wouldn’t be walking to your death.”[/color] Unable to stop herself from blurting out her thoughts, as much as she cared for him and she was truly happy she had met him. If she hadn’t though, he would never have been taken, he wouldn’t have been hurt and he certainly would not be walking to his death either. Though talking for her was now becoming painful, there was a clear handprint covering her neck, marking her from what had happened earlier. Already there was a slight discolouration of her skin, but she knew that tomorrow it would be worse. 

“Iris?” 

Ethan shot one of the rebels a look who had beamed at seeing Iris, clearly thinking she was a friend and not a threat but with the look he gave the rebel they instantly backed away avoiding their gaze. Holding their tongue. “Iris is not in the right frame of mind right now; she is not to be disturbed, but if she does run, she is to be shot on sight like his [i]highness[/i].” Hissing out orders as he stormed inside the fortress, the creak of old metal bars opening as he moved inside limping. The pain his thigh was becoming worse by the second and he needed to get it seen too, waving away people who began to flock him he waved down some of the rebels who were inside the Prison. None of the metal doors were locked but the cells were. They still had keys to the cells, just not the doors and hallways that surrounded it, but thankfully they were still open in the abandoned prison. 

Stopping in front of an open cell he pointed to it signalling Cas to move inside, the cell had an iron bed and nothing else, but it was enough, and Ethan could lock it. Out the corner of his eye he could see Iris walking to go inside the cell, but he stuck his arm out in front of her stopping her in her tracks, “Not. [b]You[/b].”