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"Maybe," Kenna nodded. "But I don't know how I'd be able to do that. And even if I did...what if I didn't want to? So far this pretend world is far happier than the real one."
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"True. But what's the point in living in a world that doesn't exist? I don't daydream. It only makes reality harder to handle," Ander replied.
"Oi, what's taking you so long?" Crypta shouted cheerfully. Ander stopped leaning against the doorframe, looking towards the kitchen with an exasperated sigh.
"Just having a quick chat," Ander called back, sparing Kenna one last glance. "It's your choice. Just...think about it a little." With that, he turned back to the kitchen where Crypta was eagerly waiting to continue their conversation.
Robo sat down next to Kenna, looking up at her with a curious whine and tilting his head to the side. -
It was something indeed to think about. What Ander said made sense, but she didn't want to admit it to herself. She was scared to.
"Come on, Robo," Kenna said to the metal dog and walked to where Crypta and Ander were. She hadn't taken a glance at herself in the mirror, but she was sure she looked like a mess. She ran a hand through her long brown curls to sort of calm it down a little.
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Robo trotted after Kenna, bounding ahead of her to see his master. Crypta giggled and pet him behind the ears, raising a hand to wave at Kenna. "Mornin' to you too!"
Ander acknowledged her with a brief hand gesture, distracted by the tab he was poring over. He had an intensely focused look, brows furrowed as he scrolled through pages of something. He dunked a piece of bread in his coffee, popping it into his mouth.
"Andy's so weird sometimes," Crypta commented, which made Ander snort from irony. "But he's family. Can I get you something to eat?" -
"Sure," Kenna said with a smile. "I'm guessing the pie you made last night?"
She looked over and noticed Ander on some sort of tablet. She was curious, but she said nothing about it. -
"Pie, bread, whatever suits your fancy, really!" Crypta replied brightly. She popped out a bottle of something greasy and poured it into a deep dish, letting Robo lap it up. Ander reluctantly turned off the tab, looking up with a distracted gaze. "Kenna, you wouldn't happen to have any sort of tracker on you, would you?"
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Kenna looked at him in confusion. "How would I know that?" If she knew she had a tracker on her she would have taken it off. And she couldn't think of how one would have gotten on her in the first place.
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"Well, I was thinking about that person last night, the rider who'd caught up to us so quickly. Either we alerted a guard or they managed to track us and cut us off." Ander looked pensive, mulling the idea over. "Because if you don't have a tracker, then you might be safe with a secret identity. You can't run forever, not from these guys."
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"I don't think I have one," Kenna said. "I don't know how it would have gotten on me anyway. Unless Charlie threw one at me or something, but he seemed confident he was going to be able to take me in."
(I can imagine Crypta going, "Aha!" with all this) -
Crypta aggressively eavesdropping: ))
"Well, he's an idiot. And he's either dead or telling Linnus about everything," Ander groaned, taking a big swig of his coffee. "Which means that I'll have to go on the run if they've found out. And I'm not planning on bringing you with me."
((Very romantic isn't it 💛 this'll take a while)) -
(Indeed lol)
Kenna was silent for a few moments. "Why couldn't you have a secret identity too?" She understood his thinking. If she was able to get away with an identity and Linnus was after him, he didn't want to put her in danger. But for some reason, she didn't want him to go. For some reason, it hurt her heart a little to think of that. -
Ander paused, his coffee mug held aloft. He quietly set it down on the table, where it made hardly a sound. He finally gave her his full attention, interlocking his fingers just underneath his chin and looking at her with his signature thoughtful gaze. Like he was studying her, yet seeing right through her. "Miss Kenna, I don't see why you'd want the company of a strange man you hardly know while on the run. Especially a wanted one," he said quietly. "I trust you have the skills to keep yourself alive." He offered her a small smile. "After all, you've done a good job so far, haven't you?"
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Kenna felt hurt for some reason. Why was she? She had just met him the night before, why did she hate the fact that he was pushing her away?
She was also very confused. "Last night was the first time they went after me. You saved my life five times over the span of a few hours. I don't see why you'd spare my life so many times, but I also don't see how you think I'm capable of keeping myself alive." -
(Wait did he mean like surviving against Linnus looking for her or just living in the world? Because if it's the latter then I'm going to change my response.)
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Both pretty much))
Ander tilted his head ever so slightly, his eyes quizzical yet soft. She was scared. That was understandable. But he worked alone, and having Kenna with him would be...distracting. A strange, illogical part of him longed for her company, to not be so alone anymore. Having her nearby had made him happier, lighter, a bit more open and quicker to smile. He tried to squash down whatever it is he was feeling, returning his attention to his empty coffee mug.
"With or without me, you'll have to learn how to defend yourself against them. We-" he winced briefly. "They have trained their whole lives to do one thing: fulfill Linnus' orders. I'll teach you what I can about combat if you're willing to learn. But we don't have much time. They are coming and they will not rest until we are found."
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