They enjoyed it, he could hear it in them as one caressed the hand of the server at the resturant. A celebration. A gift from his Uncle for a job well done. Hasbaki had his intended goal with Hiro but he was taking too long and his Uncle had required a show of his efforts. He'd been asked to escort the other witches out of town and...
Hasbaki felt sick thinking on it.
The witch whose hand held that of the waitress started speaking in the strange tongue of their god, smiling at her. The magic was intended to flood her mind with false memories of him, but they weren't so good at it as other's in the coven and instead seemed to simply make the girl confused, watching as she fluttered her lashes and yanked back her hand.
"Next time," the witch said with a shrug, picking up the wine that had been brought to them. Five, including Hasbaki, sat at the round Crirthan style table, beautiful but worn cloth covering it, bread and butters and oils on the table as they waited for meals. Each had a drink, except Has who had abstained as their leader, insisting he needed to make sure they got home in one piece, and that was for more than the mission, but he simply did not feel safe with his mind so pliable around them.
"People here are just too used to us," the same witch pointed out as Hasbaki sat silently, not eating, not drinking. "That's why leaving is so good, they'll never remember their daughter." No. None of them would remember their loss. Hasbaki had made sure of that. While the other's had thrown mental blasts at the gorgon girl until she had needed to close her eyes and their blades could come down on her, Hasbaki had spent his time making the town forget her, forget those she had turned to stone, forget the girl she'd been before she became the monster.
"Oh yeah, and you did any of that," another pointed out, throwing some of the bread across the table. A few in the restaurant seemed offended by the display but they weren't the only rowdy table. "Has did all the hard work. I could barely feel you in her head," the same accused with a smirk.
"Shut up," Hasbaki finally uttered. "None of you could have made them forget. Took five of you to bring down one gorgon. My Uncle would be ashamed."
They fell silent, and that's what he wanted, his eyes washing over the room. If they had begun to talk once more, Hasbaki didn't hear it. No, he had noticed a familiar face in the resturant, dark eyes lingering. Hiro. All he could think was 'not here, not now, not with them.'
