“That I don’t care about what?” Hunter asked, not really paying attention “I don’t think I’ve said that I didn’t care about something the entire time we’ve been talking.”
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"Oh, please, I've been around for millions of years," it scoffed. "You're avoiding answering my first question because you don't want to admit to yourself that you do care. You think that he'll turn out like the others, and you also think that if you distance yourself you'll be able to spare yourself from the pain, if and when he leaves. Don't try to tell me I'm wrong, because I've seen it all. I know that I'm not."
“Pretend I know what the fuck you’re talking about,” she snapped angrily. She did know what he meant, though. And he was right. But she couldn’t admit that. It hurt too much. It made her feel ashamed.
"You care about him," the demon said remaining completely calm. "And it's not just that you care. You are trying to ignore that tiny bit of hope that he might be different. That he might be the one to actually care enough to remember you. That's what I'm talking about. And you know it."
“Of course I don’t care,” Hunter denied angrily. “Why would I? He’s just like all the rest, and none of them will ever change. Ever.” She realized that she had just confirmed what the demon had just said, and cursed herself.
Hunter didn’t answer. She turned and walked out of the cave, pacing along the corpse of the stone dragon. She didn’t care about him… right? She shouldn’t. He was just like the rest of them, with false promises, and then forget about her. Wasn’t he?
After a while, Hunter went back into the cave. She leaned against the wall, promising that she would keepnwatch, and not fall asleep… but fell asleep anyways.
Kye woke with a start, several hours later. The cave was dark and nothing was stirring. He sat up suddenly and winced in pain, managing to keep from snapping in pain. He looked around and spotted Hunter nearby. She was still asleep. Or she looked that way at least. He looked around the cave but nothing was stirring still. He listened closer, and could tell that nothing was near them. At the moment.
Hunter was still asleep. She had been, too, for the last two hours, and if she had realized that, she would have been furious she thought herself.
Kye moved slightly and tried standing up. No luck doing that right now. So he pushed himself into a sitting position so he could wait for Hunter to get up. He pulled his satchel next to him and pulled out his torch. He lit it and set it down allowing the fire to both warm them and light up the cave around them.
Hunter awoke when she heard the sound of rummaging. She rubbed her eyes and cursed. “I shouldn’t’ve fallen asleep,” She grumbled to herself. “Get a grip on yourself, Hunter.” She noticed that Kye was awake, and she gave him a small nod. “You okay?” She asked.
She snorted. “I can tell. You seem very fine. Do you want something to eat?” She asked, standing. “I’m going to get some fish. There’s a lake near here.”
“You can stay,” Hunter said. And before he could argue, she added, “Plus, I need time alone and you’re better with fire than I’ll ever be.”
“What?” Hunter paused as she was about to leave.
“Whatever,” Hunter muttered. She headed out, rubbing the sleep from her tired eyes, to the lake. She managed to get a couple of fish easily, by using some of the leftover bandages, and started to carry them back.
Kye had a fire going and was leaned back against the rocks. His face twisted with pain as he shifted slightly. He bit his lip and didn't make a sound.
Kye, what's wrong? There is something wrong with you physically, what is it?
I'm pretty sure I have internal bleeding near one of my lungs but I'm not positive.
(Well… damnit Kye.)
Hunter came back and saw Kye’s face pale slightly and bite his lip in pain. She moved closer to him, and could instantly feel the waves of heat coming off of him. He was burning up. “Are you okay?” She asked calmly, pretending to gut the fish.
Hunter snorted. She raised an eyebrow at him. “You look like you’re just dandy,” she said sarcastically. “Ne me ment pas.”
“I will go on the quest myself if I have to,” Hunter threatened, “if you don’t tell me what’s wrong.”
“Of course,” Hunter said, rolling her eyes. “And you didn’t think to tell me earlier? I’m not going to cut your head off if you get hurt. If you’re hurt, tell me.”
She rubbed her face. “He’s just like Justin.”