Guard stations were supposed to have guards, right? It made sense, then again, Lucy knew way more about this place than he’d ever want to, and he trusted her enough not to lead him into danger. He nearly reached for her hand again, but stopped at the last second to avoid a second rejection.
“Okay, just don’t– I dunno. Sorry.”
Talking probably wasn’t good. No need to alert any other guards, that weren’t apparently in the guard stations.
“Don’t worry about me. We just need
to get out of here, right?”
Lucy shook her head-- whether to clear it or to answer Victor’s question uncertain. She looked pale even by her standard, her steps weaving slightly as she made her way to the end of the corridor.
[the cloying scent of copper and iron and something else
that seemed to tug at her very veins and cloud her thinking]
She stopped, reaching out with one hand to steady herself just inside the doorframe. Breathing deeply only seemed to make it worse, and Lucy had to close her eyes for a moment.
“Wait, I need to think,” Lucy gasped, turning away from Victor. “I can’t breathe.”
[she’s still there in the cell where he left her you could go back haven’t fed in days not like she’ll object we could go back she’s still there in the cell--]
Lucy shook her head again, pressing her free hand to the side of her head in an effort to clear the static. She was still for a moment, and then straightened slowly.
[Nein. That would be wrong.]
“Okay.” She reassured-- him, or herself-- “There’s probably one or two guards in the office.. I assume the one who ran by earlier is dead? Then one in the office. If we can get by him, there’s a service stairwell that will take us straight to the top.. ah, eight levels or so? Depending on where we are.. we can make it to the surface.”
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