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They had made their pitch to the best of their persuading ability which was generally where the mind control came in handy, but she had died too. Physical force was by no-means an option. Despite how tempted Darren may have been. The three remaining from the last massacre; Raven, Sebastian and Darren did not specialize in persuasion or public speeches or any leadership kind of role. They were clunky with their new yet essential responsibility. But they so desperately needed the remaining gifted to come together to increase all their chances of survival. For if they were alone, they would be easy pickings to the government and worse, Dreadiers and Valkskins. So after every visit, they left remote coordinates for the kids to decide.
The modern stronghold waited for its new guests. Sebastian and Darren likewise, waited for the next generation to show in the middle of the large empty room. As each minute ticked by they grew more and more doubtful. Darren was the first to speak his mind. "Not one of them," he commented, distaste at the tip of his tongue. "Well I'm going to enjoy experiencing death again." Darren turned on his heel to leave. Sebastian glanced at him. "You're pessimism is unappreciated" he retorted. Though he too, worried that it may have been their fate to re-suffer. He didn't need to know the kids personally for his heart to sink at the thought of them going about their regular business then being snatched and torn up by the creatures that had a special nose for gifted.
Sebastian released a defeated sigh but maintained his post.