Blinking through the heat haze which seemed to shimmer before my eyes, I watch as KC glances over at me, attempting to summon a weak smile that was gone in an instant, as if I had imagined it. The poor kid - no, he wasn’t a kid any longer, he had grown so much during his time in captivity and was rapidly developing into a young man - had been through a lot. But his arrival was a balm to me, a reminder of who and what I was fighting for and why I should never give up.
Unfortunately, he hadn’t been the only familiar arrival. Anger and disgust rise up in me before I have a chance to get it under control. I glance at the other end of the cage, his mutters, which I had consciously muted in order to preserve my own sanity, now becoming more audible as soon as I locked eyes on his bedraggled form.
I take a deep breath, but it wasn’t too hard to stamp down on mt anger. With no water, and barely enough food, I was just too weak to do anything but turn my back on him. The Guardian would pay. But now wasn’t the time. All my energy must be used in trying to get us out.
“Hold on, KC,” I whisper to him as I reach out to grab his hand. Maybe there wasn’t as much spirit behind those words as there usually would be, but maybe I had to convince myself as much as him. “Hold on. We’ll get out of here … somehow.”