Night 64: M11-M20 Hallway

[age_of_kings]

It wasn't as though Tolten could ignore the (no longer just) implications. But regardless, there was work to be done. And while he felt miserable, he was certainly still very much himself now that night had fallen.

He was not about to allow this place to break him. He knew he was a rather soft and sometimes timid thing, given to strange fits of emotion and often questioning himself. But he also knew he was the last son of Uhra, blood of the ancient golden knights, containing all the strength of of his holy ancestors. He bent and bent but he would not break.

Fueled more by anger than anything else, the young king took up his pipe - he would give it to Locke, as he'd have a sword now - and headed into the hallway.

He didn't allow himself to consider the possibility of Locke not meeting with him tonight. The other man had never failed before, he certainly wouldn't now. And they would go to the Medical Wing and try and decipher the only clue they'd been given.

Failure was simply not an option.

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[tasteoftruth]

This was not necessarily going to work, Badd cautioned himself. There was every chance it wouldn't. He should fully expect to wake up in his bed tomorrow morning with everything exactly how it was, as this was more experiment than escape attempt. But it was hard not to be excited at the idea that for once the sun might rise and not find them.

His trenchcoat swirled around his shoulders as he swept out into the hallway.

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