By a Friend

      Through the steel door a desaturated cyan figure stumbled forward, shoved by the onlooking Seronites from behind. Myrin shot them a glare then sighed, knowing that his little rebellious behavior wouldn’t change his situation in the slightest. As soon as he took a few steps forward the guards pulled him back, making sure he maintained his distance from the servant.

“Uh, hi?” Myrin cleared his throat from an impending cough.

Linias weakly glanced up at the siren.

“I can’t tell if you look better or worse than you usually do.”

“Why are you here?”

“Clearly not to convince you of anything if I’ve got shark one and shark two circling over my shoulders, let alone these.” He waved his own restraints in the air. “I’d be mad about the lack of water but I don’t blame them either. I’d be out of here in seconds if I could sing!”

“You’d be out of here in seconds if you just asked. They don’t have a use for you if you don’t want to help either side, so there’s no point keeping you.”

“You’re smarter than that, Linias. Why don’t you tell me why I’m still captive here with you if I’m neutral?”

“...You have no reason to help me. Nor him.”

“Maybe to you I don’t. Siren allegiances might be flimsy but that doesn’t mean I can’t be motivated by things other than glitter and gold. I think they’re trying to show you that they’re oh-so friendly by letting me talk to you, but I don’t think they realize how stubborn you can be.” Myrin sticks his tongue out at the guards and they scowl in turn.

“Then why?”

“Haha! I’m not telling you that, just like how you won’t tell anyone including me where you sent Haetia. I’m guessing Revi talked to you too? I could’ve told you that she would leave at the first sight of her clan but I’m sure you knew that. I would say I told you so–you know about not listening to Haetia all the time–but…yeah. Shouldn’t beat a dead whale or else they’ll pop.” He directs his smile at the Seronites. “I’ll leave you to your deathly loyal ways then. It’s already killing my throat to talk this much, the least they could’ve done is hydrate me a little bit if they wanted my cooperation.”

The siren barely sneaks in a wink before the Seronites drag him by his restraints out of the cell, slamming the door shut behind them.

Before he believed that it didn’t matter much–whether or not Revi and Myrin left and moved on. How they were doing didn’t even cross his mind until they respectively came to him and to some respect checked on his well being. Yet somehow it worsened his spirits more than it brightened them because it only reminded him of the fact that he hadn’t the slightest idea on his Master’s well being.

Clean or dirty.

Hungry or full.

Injured or healthy.

Alive or dead.

Every possible scenario whirled in his mind and twisted with his own doubts and frustrations. On one hand the servant still within him praying for his safety, and on the other all that was lost in his service.

But, he was more inclined to wish he was alive, if only to see him one last time and ask for himself all of the questions he had regarding his position. Everyone else could only give him their perspectives from the outside. Haetia had been with him almost his whole life, so he had to be able to. He had to.