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These makeshift beds were shitty. Her arm was shitty and this entire situation was shitty. She could still see the fire, hear the screams, but it was the faces that did it for her. Chel didn't think much of death, but faces weren't supposed to contort that way.

"It's bad out there," she absently told the person bandaging her. She was watching them closely, seemingly distant and itching to leave despite having sat there for five minutes thus far. "You probably seen a shitload in here too, eh?"

Her eyes slid around the room, taking in the other patients, the confined area, the wounded, the supplies. Maybe she should have been in here helping.

The battlefield seemed a better place for her. She put a hand to her head, trying to remember something. Why did the battlefield suit her better? When had she learned to use a swordstaff and why did she prefer attacking so much?

She let out a frustrated noise, not sure the green knight would understand. "Just hurry up, man."

Chel's face went pale, having been one of those lovely dysentery patients earlier. She said nothing about the comment. She did flinch with the alcohol, but his arm kept her in place. That annoyed her though, so the moment he was door, she nudged him off.

"Everyone's dyin'," she said bluntly, looking to the door. "I don't think we're survivin' this s**t."

"Who gives a s**t about some shitty a** people in fancy armor?" She put her hands on her hips. "Great king should be bustin' his a** down here with us, not hidin' in his fancy ********' tower f'you ask me."

She refused to sit still and wiggled her arm in defiance. "Where you learn how t'do this anyways?" Chel was curious if it was only her that had a blank, or if everyone possessed them.

Chel's suspicions were heightening to the point of paranoia. It didn't add up. This knight didn't know where he'd gotten his abilities from, the king wasn't even here apparently.

She wanted out. Chel attempted to half stand, only to be put back in her place by her infuries. Her teeth were bared in annoyance which she hid by looking away and giving a small, "Tch."

The drink was declined. Chel was wound too tightly for bandages and drinks. She wanted to be out there finding answers. Between tight lips she said, "He's a coward then."

"You saw the sky too?" she asked him, remembering the enormous crack. The siren's call of a memory came to her once again but no matter how much she tried to dig she couldn't unearth the coffin. There was something important about the sky, but what? What?

Her eyes went to her swordstaff that was propped up against the makeshift infirmary bed. How had she known to use it? There were too many questions.

She was too suspicious. "It's pissin' me off," she said tiredly. "I can't remember anything." She looked at him squarely. "How did you get here?"

Chel opened her mouth to say something, then closed it quickly.

This was too personable a conversation for someone she'd just met. Again she couldn't pick up why, but she knew there was something about her that made it difficult to get close to people.

She turned to her left, as if it say something to someone and then thought better of it.

"I want them back," she said shortly. "I don't care who took them." She wasn't entirely convinced it was the knighthood anyways. Paranoid, yes. Vigilant, yes. Convinced? No.

"Maybe we'll get them back in time. We did remember the sky part." Albeit forcibly. It was such a strange detail to be made to forget as well..."If anything, it's a lot like forging: getting rid of impurities, or in this case memories that may impede us, to create a weapon. Not that I condone the practice, but I can appreciate it objectively."

And then, belatedly realizing the man was standing their with them, Jack forced himself to his feet and set the waterskin down. "Are you injured?" he asked, mechanically already moving to his supplies without waiting for an answer.

"Nothing to be concerned over," Shun grunted lowly in response to Jack. His attention shifted over towards Chel, staring at her.

"Why the ******** are you putting up a fuss? You knew what you were getting into when you swore those oaths. Your memories would be sacrificed...and well. That is exactly what happened."