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|| Azalea|| Nano.ripe ||
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|| Azalea|| Nano.ripe ||
Being terrorized day in and day out by Ender was not a pleasant experience. She was not a fool, she knew that he was trying to bring back her will to fight. The problem was that there was simply none of that left, she had no fight left in her. She knew that she was getting no visitors because Ender was isolating them to better fuel her anger, but it was not going to work. She was used to the seclusion, Elise thrived when allowed to be alone. While Mr. Stuffles might be dead and gone, she still could be content in isolation. But when Claude came to visit, finding a blindspot in the watchguards, it was a pleasant surprise. "Elise, I was finally able to see you. Come, let's get you out of this room for now." She was aware that she looked bad, but Clade's touch was gentle. He was the only one she would let touch, just like before.
"Ugly." She muttered, hiding in her sheets. "Can you help? Like before?" Her hair was not brushed, and she had none of her clothes here either. "I'll try my best, but my resources are limited." Unlike back at the east compound, none of their luxuries were here. Claude took a moment to fix up her hair, tying it up prettily with a half-up half-down style, and he gave her back the mask that the Slithers took away from her, a masquerade mask that went around her eyes with a butterfly motif. "Here, it's the best I could do. Is it okay?" She nodded, it was better than nothing after all. "Here, I'll help you out." He helped her into the wheelchair and she sat, trying not to tremble. "Do you want to talk about what Ender was doing to you?" She shook her head, looking down at the ground. No, she did not want to. Not yet, at least.
Claude took her to were most of the others were. "Winter's in for surgery, so we're waiting for her to get out." Claude explained with a bit of a smile. Carter gave a simple wave, Serenity nodded in her direction, but then Ezra bounded over like an excited dog having not seen its owner in days. "Brat! There you are, good as new! It's been too long!" Some of the doctors patrolling around gave him dirty looks for being too loud but Ezra was not the kind to care. "H-hello. I am here." She said, looking guiltily at Ezra who was happy to pat her head for some odd reason. "...I am sorry I could not keep the promise." The promise to be a team together with him and Winter, the one she was not able to keep.
"What do you mean? The fight isn't over you know." Ezra grinned. "There's still plenty of time to fight together with her." Elise nodded, feeling sick to her stomach. Could she still fight? Did she even want to anymore? She was not sure what the answer to that question was and it made her afraid. Would Ezra be disappointed if she could no longer fight? She still had never seen Winter yet, she still was not able to talk to her ever since being freed from Garrel's control. There was a lot to talk with her about, she had apologies to make, and thanks to give. "What... happened to Winter?" She asked, fretting about her friend. "Her organs aren't looking good." Serenity explained, grimacing. "I think they're changing them out with new ghost organs now." Elise saw the anxiety on Serenity's face. She was worried, not only for Winter, or for their situation, but for her family, who have been missing since the apocalypse began... and for the upcoming fight with Mercedes, her best friend since childhood.
"Were you... two made... to fight yet?" She asked, looking towards Carter and Serenity. They glanced at each other and shook their heads. "We were taken out to watch a few battles from afar, but it looks like we're being kept a secret for now." They didn't want the Chrysanthemum to know just yet that the Vassals made it here to the Slithers. "The Nobles have been taken in, but we don't know how they're being treated." Claude frowned, clearly somewhat stressed as he thought about it. "The deal was to trade the Vassals for their lives... I hope the Chrysanthemum isn't punishing them for what Gray and Julian did."