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It almost didn't seem real, if not for the painful and deep wounds she could have almost believed that it had been a dream. She had been everyone's favorite, the cat that everyone had been sure was going to pass. and yet here she was nursing her wounds....alone.
No one had come to help comfort her. No one cared. She was weak, and that was all they needed to know. It didn't matter that she had managed to kill her tormentor in the end. It didn't matter that the fight had been unfair. All those cats who had spent moons trying to befriend her now looked at her with disdain. They never cared for her, not truly. All they cared about was what she could do for absum lux.
Weakness was not something that Ryss was particularly fond of. He strove his entire life to avoid it like the plague. From a young age, he had always been hellbent on being the strongest, or at least strong enough to survive, the kind of hellbent that molded his maleable mind into something harder. He hadn't always been such a soldier, but he had learned from the beginning that weakness was the enemy. If you were weak, you were expendable. He never wanted to be expendable. He feared it, feared not being good enough.
It was strange, then, that he found his way to the area of the charged. It was not a place where you would expect him to be. Yet, here he was, padding up to a she-cat. In her, he saw the things that he feared: failure, wrapped up in a tidy bow. Still, he offered her as close to a smile as he could.
She dipped her head slightly in response, a confirmation that she was indeed Trinity. She didn't really know the cat she was speaking to, although she had seen him around a few times. What was he doing here among the charged? Coming to mock her for her failure?
Surely most of Absum Lux had heard of how she had been unable to continue on in the trial due to her injuries, although she doubted not many knew the truth of what had happened. She glanced sideways not meeting his gaze, as much as everyone else saw her as a failure she was even harder on herself.
He wasn't a feline who took care to mock others. He left such tasks to a particular brown tabby, the one who now held the rank of general. His cousin was good at such mockery; Ryss didn't have time for it. Still, he wouldn't have been surprised to know that that was what she expected of him. After all, few cats seemed to care about the charged. Hell, he probably didn't care about the charged.
"Mind if we chat?" he asked. "It looks like you could use some time outside of the charged den, if you're feeling up to it." Charged were not supposed to leave without a companion, so maybe Ryss thought he was being nice. "Of course, if your wounds are still too serious..." His voice trailed. He hadn't experienced anythhing like she did in the trials. He had come out on top.
Trinity still wasn't sure what to make of him, but she was also not in a position to say that she would rather not. She struggled to her feet, wincing slightly at the pain that shot down her sides "If that is what you wish, then who am I to refuse?"
A walk would prove to be painful, but sometimes it was better to keep moving than to lie still. Movement kept your muscles limber, and the wounds from becoming to crusted over. She hadn't been out of the charged den since the trial, and she had to admit that getting some fresh air sounded great.
“As much as I could kick your ass for refusing, you are an independent person, and I respect the autonomy of the independence of even the charged.” He didn’t want to particularly say that he wasn’t like other boys, Ryss was impatient with quirkiness, but he had basic humanity. Perhaps this was simply because no one had really ever taken him as an independent creature. He blamed that on Shae, but was it really her fault ? He had always played along with the narrative.
“If I am walking too fast or you need to slow down,” he then meowed as he stood, angling himself to leave the den, “tell me. That is an order.”
She dipped her head respectfully, as she walked behind him. She paused at the entrance taking a deep breath of fresh air, but not lingering for to long. She had hoped that next time she had emerged that her wounds would have healed at least to the point that there were not as visible. She didn't mind scars, but the wounds were a constant visual reminder of her defeat.
Trinity glanced around, already feeling other cats looking at her. Instead of shrinking she straightened, forcing herself to stand tall despite the pain of it. She may have been defeated, but she didn't want the shame of being a weakling to be added onto her already tarnished reputation.
“Ignore them,” he meowed. He hadn’t been looking at her, but he could see why she might be uncomfortable. “They all like to stare. Ain’t got anything better to do with their time.” He was partially right; those who escaped the tank of charged could be notoriously lazy sacks of seeds.
He snorted once, before the duo made it out of camp. “It’s your first time out; where might you want to go?” This was probably unfair to make her decide, but he was trying to offer a pleasantry, at least.
Trinity tried to shake off the feeling of their burning gaze, but it still lingered. Like tingles after being burned. She stayed close, still unsure of why he would invite her out. "I..." she paused her mind going blank. Where did she want to go? She had been so focused on the trial and her wounds, that she hadn't given that much thought. "Any where but here" she suggested, just wanting to get away from the hateful glares
He raised his brow. So, she was one of those cats, the ones that didn't like to make decisions? Well, that might put a damper on his fun. However, he nodded with a shrug. "Let's go to the cemetery," he suggested after a moment. The gravestones of the twolegs were interesting to look at, and that would put them close to the Mausoleum, which might be helpful if Trinity needed Yumemi-kepa to do a spot check on her wounds. "It's a little bit away, but combatants don't tend to hang out there much. Those who are superstituous believe its cursed, but hey, that'll give us some space to talk."
She almost rolled her eyes at the thought. She wasn't very superstitious, and the thought of being scared of a few graves seemed rather silly to her. No with a world so filled with real dangers, you didn't need to imagine ones that didn't exsist. "Often the most dangerous things in this world, are the small things you overlook, not legends and stories" her voice was still quiet, but now that the lingerging gazes began to fade behind them, she could begin to relax slightly.
After Serenity's betrayl she wasn't ready to let anyone in just yet. She had thought she could trust the wide eyes she-cat, the cat she had tried to help all throughout the trial...
He let out a chuckle as she spoke. "You aren't wrong," he agreed with an amused twitch of his tail. He then found his body moving towards the graveyard. He went there often. "You're a smart cat," he complimented casually as they walked. He tried not to sound surprised. Smart cats didn't often end up failing the trial, but that wasn't for him to point out. It just meant that she had a story beneath that forehead of hers. He'd figure it out eventually.
"You're also guarded, though. More so than most cats around here."
