Summanus faded in and out of consciousness during the rally today. He could half-remember the roar of the crowds and Prometheus's own booming voice. What stood out the most to him was his date of execution. Summanus always expected to die someday, but he never would've guessed it would be juridical. He always assumed it would be on the battlefield by the jaws of an enemy. Life never ceases to surprise. Not to mention the surprise visitor he's about to meet inside of his cell. Summanus heard chatter around him. His vision was blurry but he could make out the shapes of Bero and Borvo. They seemed to be having a rather spirited debate about how long to roast one's marshmallows. "It should be lightly toasted!" Bero shouted. "It should be charred!" Borvo retorted. "You're not supposed to BURN the marshmallow stupid! Besides the extra carbon isn't good for you!" Bero argued. "But that's what gives it its texture and extra flavor!" Borvo remarked.
"Texture?! What do you know about texture? Marshmallows are supposed to be soft, not crunchy!" Borvo gave Bero a look of indignation. "What do I know about texture!? What do YOU know about texture?! You barely cook it, it's not even gooey!" Bero growled. "I do that because it's about PRESENTATION! Nobody wants to eat a blackened marshmallow! Everybody wants it golden brown!" "Wha? Who the hell's gonna care about what it looks like?! Besides all my friends like it blackened! Just because YOU don't like it that way doesn't mean everyone's gonna agree with you!" "Well, you and your friends have shit taste, because everybody knows the proper way to cook a marshmallow is to toast a golden brown!" Bero barked. "Well, I say it's better blackened! You just can't appreciate it because YOU'RE the one with shit taste!" Borvo barked back. "Golden brown is better!" "Blackened's better!" "Golden Brown!" "Blackened!" "GOLDEN BROWN!" "BLACKENED!" "GOOOOLDEN BROOOOWN!" "BLAAAAACKENED!" Bero and Borvo snarled at one another. "Do you want to fight me!?" Bero challenged. "Oh yeah!? Bring it!!" Borvo responded. Red flames began to spread across Bero's back, while blue flames spread across Borvo's. Summanus was roused by their incessant arguing and the heat of their flames.
Summanus grumbles. "If you guys want to fight how about you do it not so close to me?" Bero and Borvo both turned to Summanus. "SHUT UP!!" They said in unison. "Let's drop off the prisoner in his cell and take this outside," Bero suggested. "Sounds good to me!" Borvo nods. The Brothers walk up the Summanus's cell and open the cell door. They pushed the cage forward and released the hatch. "Get in your pen, you filthy Outsider!" Bero barked as Borvo prodded him along with a little flame. The twine burnt off of Summanus as he shakily rose up and tumbles into the cell. The Brothers close the cell door behind him as they give him a derisive snort. "Enjoy your last night on Nigerius! I look forward to your execution!" Bero laughed. "Yeah and I'm gonna roast marshmallows while they do it!" Borvo added. "Oh no, you don't! You're going to ruin everybody's appetite!" Bero spat. "Then do something about it!" Borvo goaded. "Oh, I will! Right after we take back this stupid cage!" Bero said as he pushed it. The Brothers soon left down the hall and out of everybody's sight.
Summanus laid down on the cold stone floor barely moving a muscle. While the Borak looked completely out of it he was still sharp. Even though he couldn't see her, he could 'sense' her presence inside his cell. Slowly lifting his head Summanus looks to the dark side of the cell and calls out, "I didn't know you were a Kamarian, Blue?" He spoke weakly. "Have you come to rub my capture in my face? To be honest I would prefer to hear that over those two fools bickering." He wheezed. He wasn't exactly sure what her intent was coming here. He didn't think she came here to rescue him, nor does he think she came here to kill him. Prometheus is already going to do that for her. Whatever it may be he doubts that this is just a social call. "Why are you here?" he asks.