[i]Tetra[/i] “You DO know that the prison block is behind us, right?” Trinity asks her Guardian as she silently moves through the forest. “Yes, I know.” “Then why are we moving AWAY from the prison block, where your boyfriend is, who can restore your memories, hmm?” “There’s a group of marauders rumored to be around here, at the edge of the city walls. We’re going to need help breaking in without drawing attention to ourselves.” “Are they Guardians?” “Some. But, if what you said about the Traveler is true, then it doesn’t matter right now. Once we find them, they’ll help us help Rys.” “We have to find them, first. I’ll try to scan.” The Ghost hardly exits the Guardian before the barrel of a revolver is pressed against the Huntress' neck. “You move, you die,” a gruff voice says. Tetra does not move. Her breathing is quiet, paced. She is calm. She is not tense. Somehow she feels like she’s prepared for this, a situation as volatile as this one. She plays her cards evenly. “Who are you?” “Name’s Jae. And you’re Tetra. We heard the whole conversation. We’ve been tracking you since you left the walls.” “So you’re with the marauders?” “Yes. Now, I’m going to bring you to our camp so when I ask questions you don’t have to answer twice. If I feel I can trust you, we’ll see about your sweetheart in the block.” “He’s not my -“ “Move out!” Jar orders. Men and women clad in camouflage rise from the foliage and shove a bag over the Huntress’ head. [i]Rys[/i] Through great suffering comes great peace, Rys remembers his mentors saying. Through great peace comes great Light. He hoped that was true, because he truly believed he had never endured greater suffering. His arms hang limp from the wall, his legs are bruised black and purple. His robes are torn, and a couple new scars decorate the Warlock's face. Yet he breathed evenly. His pain was tolerable at the moment; he would endure. Then the door ahead hissed open and the cabal soldier stepped inside. “Ready for more are we?” “I know nothing of where the Guardians are. You scattered them, when you brought your ships and cages.” “The scattering was not part of the plan, I admit,” the soldier grunts, “but fear was. Trap the Traveler, the source of Light for you warriors, cut off your strength?” He chuckles. “Dominus was intrigued.” “What will you do to me now? Take out my eyes, my tongue or my ears?” The cabal shivered. “Honestly, you Guardians are so dramatic. Calm down. I’m not here to kill you. Was I killed when I was broken? No. And neither will you. Just…bent.” Rys tries to lift his head and grin. He does so, but weakly. “Bend me towards the exit.” “Dramatic AND bad humored. Another reason to end your organization.” “Another? Sounds like you have a list.” “I do, in fact.” The soldier smiles brightly. “Remind me to show you sometime.” He reaches behind his back and unravels a long cord that crackles loudly. Rys’ eyes widen. “What do you want to know?” “Nothing right now.” “Then why…?” “Who said torture had to have reason?” The door to the cell hisses shut.