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Running, rushing
Quick as the wind
Even with their short legs
They have to make it out.
They have to get out of there.
The others stayed behind so they could get out
The others protected them…
So they have to get out of here
So he can kick their asses for this.
He didn’t want this!
He didn’t know how it all went wrong
Or he at least wished he didn’t.
The spill of a goblet of wine
The choking gasps
The lifeless eyes.
Nothing more horrifying
Than being believed to have killed your Sultaness
And nothing he could do to prove his innocence.
Nothing at all. Not his great acts of Heroics.
Not his small acts of kindness.
Not that he’s a fucking kid.
None of it matters to them
And so he runs.
For them
For the Chain
For those who sent Four and himself to safety.
Outside of Ul’dah
Outside of his home
Away from the soldiers
Away from the ones in blue hunting him still.
“Come on Wind! We’re almost there!”
Four yells back at him
A glimmer of hope in his despair ridden eyes.
He almost forgot …
He can’t believe himself.
He almost forgot
It’s not just his life on the line.
His stupid best friend got caught up in this as well,
Thought of as an accomplice,
For nothing more than being his friend.
Having to leave his own family behind.
Just. like. him.
He’s gonna have to make this up to Four later.