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He was grateful that Kylee came to help him. She even tried getting them out of the way. He gave her a kind smile. The horseman swung his sword wildly and Bradley barely missed being hit.

The Medea vanished.

As did Bradley. In his place stood the shadowy form of Yzalin once again. This time though, she was not just a prideful little dragon bent on destruction and vengence. This time, she meant business.

[[ Medea is gone for now. We seem to be fully healed. What do we want to do, Mine? ]] The question caught Bradley off guard and he blinked up at her through the mirror for a moment. He composed himself and thought.

Find the girl from earlier. Watch out for Medea coming back. Yzalin nodded and the pair felt Destruction surge through them. The little dragon looked around until she spotted the spear wielding hunter. She darted over to her, being wary of the horseman and the one on the floor.

"Bradley sends his thanks and regards," she said to Kylee as she fell into a fighting stance next to her.

There was no one he recognized within view, so Ever just drew in a couple deep breaths and steadied himself, alert for any kind of attack -- his head cocked and his fingers shifting around the hilt of his dagger. He still felt unsettled, off-balance, halfway certain that more horsemen would be attack him out of nowhere.

// This is what they do. // At least Amory was unconcerned, and that made Ever lick his lips -- shifting to move, slowly, through the crowd, in search of any familiar face.

The act of wrapping his arms around her was typically a comforting one, but Mimsy froze this time, stiffening just like she had the first time that Robert hugged her. This was an unfortunate dilemma. She needed him close to her, but the closer someone was, the easier it would be for them to be crushed within her destructive nature.

After putting some thought into this, she finally settled against him, and relaxed enough to think more sensibly. She needed him, no matter the consequences. That had always been the case. Was that what the Heart was trying to remind her of, or was its meaning exactly what she'd seen?

"I think this because she told me that it was true. It may not be in this instant, and may possibly not even be in the span of this day, but Robert--you were gone." She leaned her head against his arm, eyes still focused on anything but the battle in front of them. "In your absence, I will fail the scientific community. I will fail science itself. I refuse to allow such a timeline to come into fruition, and the most optimal way to stop it is..."

As she trailed off, the calculations began to repeat themselves in her head, and it was nothing destructive that she checked in triplicate this time. Nothing even close. These were numbers and variables and operators compiled in lines upon lines, stacked up to form a wall of self-preservation. One that could save them, not irreparably split their bond to take advantage of the sum of their parts.

"...is for you to stay with me. If I can always see or hear you, then I will know that we are safe. I will know that I am on the correct path. So you can be my compass!" The idea seemed to have tentatively calmed her, but the fear still lingered just beneath the surface, evidenced by the occasional anxious motion or hitch in her voice.

"Well...if you want to be, I mean. If I applied too much force to my compass, it might break, and that would help neither of us." She tried to smile in spite of everything, and reached to tap the compass he'd been so eager to use before.

If dreams counted, there was a face that was at least close to familiar, though not quite the monster that he had been in dreams. He looked -something- like a hunter. His weapon, a long bow looked something like the wings that had carried you screaming away from the wedding.

The man, who wasn't a monster, tipped his head at you, curious.

"You…look familiar." He said in a measured tone.

Ever twisted as someone drew him to a halt, blinked a couple times down at the man. It rang a bell the way things that happened in dreams sometimes did: a movement that seemed familiar, made his eyebrows knit. He was different enough for the sensation to be strange, though, more deja vu than anything else --

But Pachua was a hunter, at least, and that was something. So he shrugged, licked his lips. "Have you seen. Uh. Rep and crew? I might be safer in their wake..."

He shook his head from side to side, slowly but with an increasing smile.
“No, I’m not familiar with them either I admit.”

He shifted the bow from one hand to the other so he could offer a hand to shake.

“Pachua.” He said

{Exiting after Ever}

And then Mengyao was gone, disappearing in a swish of his golden cape.

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