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"But what about our people??" Morrigan asked fearfully, "What about Ashuri and Vejita, what about our friends??? We can't leave them... They'll end up like Vincent..." she whispered sorrowfully, before pulling out a lock of his hair. "If....If he does die, then.... this is all we have of him... He has a lock of mine, though, it's part of our connection." She furrowed her brow, worried even more. "What...what if... you don't think he could find me from it, do you??? It was so one of us could always bring back the other... He....He's never died, though, and, and, and Konton..."

Vincent screamed and growled, his breathing quickened by the injury of the claws. He could feel his shoulder starting to pop out of place; the pain, indeed, was like nothing any warrior had known.
In a way, it pleased him to be the first who could endure, and still, just barely, maybe, possibly survive it.
Ah, Morrigan. This was what she'd been through, though never as painful. This was certainly going to be interesting. Agonizingly painful, yes, and maddening, without doubts; but somewhere, very interesting.
He needed to stop being so optimistic.
"You'll never find them!" he swore, "You have no way to find them save me!"
Partially a lie.

"They know this place, though," Morrigan answered fearfully, "Unless... Unless we send them to where Thom is. They haven't found Thom or Maeve, and the Willow Woman would certainly keep them safe. She is as old as the gods and goddesses themselves.... We'll kill Konton, we know that much," she thought, "But we need to take the flower with us. If we leave it unguarded, what if they find it??? All hope will be lost!"
Control, control. She had to start controlling herself, be calm; it was something she tried to tell herself in vain, her lower chakras dominating her judgement.
"What do we tell them??" she asked, "What if they need to contact us??"

Vincent screamed, his throat becoming raw. He would give anything to pass out, anything save the safety of his kindred. He had to endure. He had to, for their sake.
Even if he wanted to answer Konton, he couldn't have. With much more of this, even his screams would be as quiet as a whisper, hoarse and rattling like the winter winds.

"Gather the others together," Morrigan decided, "We have very little time to act. Bring Aisne to me. She can open the portal. We'll hide them with the Willow Woman, grab the flower, and...and..."
She frowned, trying to decide where they'd go. "Where would we go?? We couldn't go to Japan---I doubt England or Ireland would be very good choices either, regrettably." she mourned, "Doubtful of Europe... What about Peru???"

"I...don't...care..." Vincent replied hoarsely, hardly able to speak. He took what respite he could, quickly gathering himself back together.
The memory of the pain was still with him, but he wouldn't give in.
He couldn't, not for Morrigan's sake. Not for Po-ar's sake.

"Then we'll go to Peru, then," Morrigan replied, "The first place they'll look for you is Japan, if that is all you've ever known. They'll look for us in all of Europe, given that's where my kind are.... There are many little mountain villages in Peru, and surely we could hide among those people, couldn't we?? You know languages... That wouldn't be a problem... We can't risk being found."

Vincent was breathing deeply, too pained to respond.
If he could have, however, he still wouldn't have cared. He was trained in the ways of the warrior! To die painfully, and in the way he was especially, was a glorious death.

"India it is," Morrigan agreed, "the more people the better. Teleport everyone to where we took Thom," she instructed him, "I'm going to go gather our things. Grab the flower. You have to hurry," she added, "Take our people there too. Don't forget them! You can't!"
She kissed him fiercely, quickly, before dashing towards the village. They would need clothes, and she wouldn't leave without hiding the cauldron of life. That was by far the most important thing.
"Take it with you!" she ordered the others, "Don't let them get it by any means! Aide Thom! He must learn!"

Vincent croaked and gagged, where screaming should have been. "B, b*****d!" he choked out, "Damn you!!!"
Still unbroken----so were the ways of the Celts.

"No..." Vincent argued, just barely able to speak, "It was when Thom, played the flute..!"
He loved Po-ar like a brother; such affection was hard to break, especially in the fae. "He saved her!"

Aisne nodded, gesturing to the people rushing about. "Morrigan has already started. With how she rushes... Are we in immediate danger?" she asked, raising an eyebrow. "It seems so."
The group took the cauldron up to Aisne, and Morrigan went to the house she and Po-ar had shared after hers burnt down. She only had a few items of clothes, peasant-style dresses that any in India could have. Po-ar didn't have much here.
She gathered what jewelry and magick intruments she could, grabbed her cloak of crow feathers, donning it and tucking the rest into her pack. She would not let them be desecrated by the Nagaroi, never.
Of course she would never forget her harp.
She came up to the group, having only a small struggle in carrying everything. "I'm ready," she whispered, "I need somewhere to keep my harp."
"We'll take care of it," Aisne assured her, and Morrigan nodded, handing the instrument to her like a child. She was ill to part with it.
"Good," she whispered, "thank you."
It was time to go. Naga was searching, and his scouts were getting closer and closer to Avalon as they spoke.

"We'll get him back, the same like getting my powers back." Morrigan answered. "I know his will. Take them to where Thom is--- I gathered some gold that we can sell, just enough that we can live for a while, perhaps get jobs. Hurry!! We don't have time---we can't ALL get caught!"

Vincent struggled, but he was starting to switch, grimacing as the spell began to root into him. "But.....but..." he barely rasped, before groaning in despair. "How could he?!"

Morrigan nodded, grabbing onto his arm. The entire top-half of the island was missing; she did not expect that. She was astounded.
"Be safe," Aisne warned them, "In worse-case scenario, come here."
"Do we have everything???" Morrigan asked, looking up to him. "The flower, belongings....? What about passports???"
Morrigan didn't have any documentation, really. She wasn't from Earth to have to worry about it...well...usually.

Vincent wrinkled his brow, listening to his words. "But Morrigan would never leave us....he...he's the priest! He wouldn't make her unhappy! She's a mother to the tribe! She'd never abandon us...."
He was looking worried. "She'd never leave me....save for this time. I didn't want them to get hurt trying to save me."