glass and patron; wyllucas vs. fallron [ day 1.5 ]

I didn’t know what made him change. I didn’t know what stopped him from taunting, from attacking my head over and over again, and yet something had overcome him. Maye Fallon’s words were finally making it through his thick skull. Maybe he was just tired of fighting. Either way, my bruised mind and body appreciated it when he turned to his ally and told her to move on. I expected that little girl to put up a fight. I expected her to lunge at him as well there is a fire in her that burns brighter than what we have, but she took a step backwards as if stepping away from the fight.

Fallon wasn’t ready to leave, even if she was done fighting. I didn’t understand everything that was happening maybe this is a connection deeper than my understanding, but I could only raise my hand up after Fallon as she tried to get Lucas to stay. She managed to grab his legs, a successful hold that would no doubt leave a mark on his thighs, but I was the one who had to help her let go. I walked up to her, carefully in case the other two decided the fight wasn’t over, and laid a gentle hand on her shoulder.

“Fallon, we have to go. We have to find out what happened to Chaos and Lightning.” I looked up at Lucas, wondering what he was feeling, if he was feeling. “They…they have to go on too. This isn’t helping any of us.” I looked again at the other two and hoped that they would agree with me on this point. We were all bruised up with injuries that we would have to nurse, and it wasn’t productive for any of us if we kept going.

I also couldn’t bear to see Fallon like this. It was too much for me to process, too much for me to really understand, but I understood that she was hurting in more ways than one and she would only continue to feel the pain if we all lingered in this place any longer. I reached down to raise her up from the ground, hoping that she would loosen her grip on his leg. “Come on, Fallon. Before someone else finds us and we all get hurt even more.”