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[color=cyan]Time:[/color]  Evening
[color=cyan]Location:[/color] Roshmi Hall
[color=cyan]Interactions:[/color] [@Tae]Torvi, [@Potter]Belle
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Bowyn, now greatly annoyed, stared at both Belle and Torvi who seemed reluctant to share their suspicions of danger with him. Why? Because he was kind of in a good mood and a little bit drunk? Did they really think he would prioritize that over their collective safety? The image that was mystical cast into the ballroom, however, was far more disturbing than the worries his friends had shared. The princess who had so arrogantly pranced around the ball now broadcasted a message of rebellion complete with the dramatically acted show of remorse for abducting humans for her cause in the first place. He had to wonder if she cared even a bit for the amount of danger she had thrust upon every life within Roshmi Hall. He wondered if the image of the broken and bloodied fairy had been one foolish enough to put their trust in Risa as well. The same voice that spoke with willingness to go to war screamed as the corpse of the fairy was shown and so he could only imagine this was the sort of fate she led her supporters to. 

The sight of the murdered fairy coupled with Risa’s speech seemed to have a vastly different effect on the majority to the room, with several people voicing their support. In a room, with only a handful of useful exits many of which were being heavily guarded, an assortment of idiots jumped on tables and announced themselves as rebels. Bowyn wasn’t aware that becoming a martyr was such a coveted title, but there seemed to be quite a handful of people clamoring to be the first to earn it. He also hadn’t expected the strange and overwhelming displays of emotions from his friends either. He shook his head as Torvi hugged him, apologizing for putting him in danger, before kissing his cheek. 

[color=cyan]“I put myself in danger, Torvi, that was my choice. While I have many regrets, that is not one of them.”[/color] He whispered back, and it was mostly true. Perhaps if he did die here he would regret it, but the rest, traveling with Torvi and meeting Belle, not so much. At the very least, had he not encountered Torvi he would not know of the terrible fate that had befallen Aeryn, and had he not traveled to Roshmi with her he would not now have friends. If he did die here, he did not want them to think he died for their sake, because it was a heavy burden to bear to know another had given their life for yours, and he did not wish that on them. 

[color=cyan]“You have nothing to be sorry for Blue.”[/color] He said, responding to Belle, disappointed that they both felt the need to apologize to him for their shared danger. It wasn’t like either of them would be capable of talking him into doing anything if he truly didn’t want to, he was an expert at stubbornness after all. Belle too seemed to be caught up in the dramatic display of foolishness that so many others were succumbing to and Bowyn impulsively decided to show them both just how stubborn a fairy could be. Bowyn stretched out his wings and with a slight jump used them to carry himself up to Belle who stood on the table. 

[color=cyan]“Leave out the backdoor huh? Good idea maybe you should listen to your own advice, even Risa was smart enough not to do this here. What’s it gonna be; dying in a ballroom for show, or living to fight another day? Either way I’ll only leave if you do.”[/color] Bowyn said, as he hoped this wasn’t going to be the decision he would end up regretting. He wasn’t entirely sure how long he planned to stick out this game of chicken but he wasn’t going to let someone he cared about casually toss their life away just because others were doing the same. As he waited for her response he felt a spike of adrenalin, and wondered if maybe actually feeling alive was a better use of the extension his life had been given rather than simply existing.