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[seintara]

... Well I did a thing I guess,

and apparently in doing so tried to make Kallehn relevant. I’m totally not going to regret that.

   Kallehn glanced around, scanning the trees furtively. It was difficult to see in the darkness that the night had brought-- heavily, but not entirely clouded, passing though-- but he couldn't hear anyone, smell anyone. His hyena seemed calm enough. No one was around but Axin: for a while they were finally safe. He tugged on the collar of his coat, skin crawling even as the Flame garb left his flesh briefly. He looked back at the smokey-gray charr at his side, dressed similarly.

   "Axin, how much do we need to know?" He could for the most part keep the anxiety out of his motions, but it bled from his voice.   The rogue looked back at him in confusion. "What do you mean?"    "When are we getting out of here?"    The simple bemusement in Axin's eyes set him off. He grabbed his companion by the collar and yanked him closer, their noses nearly touching.    "When are we going back to Ash?" he hissed.    Axin gave him a strange look, something Kalleh couldn't quite read as his heart rate slowly increased.    "I'm not, Blue. You shouldn't either."    Kallehn took a half-step back, not yet letting go of Axin. "There's... no one else here. You don't... have to..." he trailed off, brow furrowing in worry.    Axin sighed, expression hardening, but not reaching anger. "You saw what they can do, it's safest with the Flame. We're the only ones left, and I intend to stay alive." He put a hand on the ranger's wrist. "I don't want you to get hurt either."    "Axin, snap out of it--"    "I already have. Do you ever wonder why our people don't like magic?"    "Because the Flame led us under false gods--"    "Because it's powerful. I don't put my faith in gods, I don't put my faith in iron. I believe in power."    "Go to Iron, then, just come back," Kallehn begged, quickly interrupted.    "Can Iron cause a Searing?"    "Has the Flame caused one in decades? They're waning, Blacktalon, it's not any safer."    "We'll be the new fuel then. We can help build them back up, then we'll be the ones on top."    Kallehn finally let go of Axin and turned away, giving himself a few steps of distance.    Axin approached after a moment and put a hand on his shoulder. "Come on, Bluecinder, let's keep going."

   They gazed out from the ridge, steel walls of the Legion encampment judging the landscape. Axin was focused on it, but Kallehn found himself shifting between longing gazes that flickered between Axin and the camp.    "Axin..."    "See anything?"    "... We could leave, now."    Axin's tone was one of somewhat weary disappointment. "We're not going back, Kallehn."    "How could you turn your back on Ash?" the ranger blurted with renewed anxiety.    The rogue’s gaze remained on the camp. "They can't protect us like the Flame can. Besides, what are you going to do, walk in there naked? It's hard to not be suspicious."    Kallehn looked down at his armor, skin starting to itch again. "Maybe I will..." he growled in revulsion, picking out the patternless splotch of dried blood on his glove.    "You'll adjust." Axin reached up to scratch his companion behind the ears. "Just stay calm for now."    Kallehn couldn't help but lean into the gesture slightly, to want to draw some sort of comfort from it, but all he could feel was the night, and the dyed leathers and cloths clutching his fur.    He needed to get out.    "Axin, you're Blacktalon--"    "I'm Blackcinder, now. You're Bluecinder."    "We're the last two Talons, not the new Cinders."    Axin finally turned. "You'll get used to it, brother--"    "There's no blood between us," Kallehn snapped, voice beginning to waver as he brushed the rogue's hand away.    "Sure, there isn't, really," Axin said simply, catching Kallehn's hand and turning it palm-up to reveal the faint scar running across it. "But you don't mean that."    Kallehn looked away, shutting his eyes with a faint shiver. He whirled back around after a short moment, grabbing the rogue by the shoulders, voice rising from a whisper.    "I need you, Axin."    The desperation in his tone was something that struck both of them, but Axin's expression quickly melted into bitter disappointment.    "You'll have to go on without me, then."    Kallehn withdrew slowly, shock stiffening him. Axin paused a moment, removing a necklace under his coat and presenting it to the ranger, a dulled devourer stinger hanging from it, lacquered black years ago. Kallehn reached to his own without quite thinking about it, pushing Axin's hand back, voice lost.    "It's who you are, not me," he said cooly, forcing the cord into the ranger's hand.    Kallehn shrank back, a few tears finally forming in his eyes. Axin cast a final glance towards the Legion camp as he stood.    "Get going, Bluetalon. I'll give you a head start."

   Kallehn stood silently in the gladium canton showers, alone, just letting the water run through his fur. He had certainly grown cold, but remained still, tail low and largely motionless, holding the two colored devourer stingers he wore around his neck. The one beside Axin’s was blue, his own, coloring not quite as worn. He thought he heard someone coming and quickly crossed his arms, hiding the Flame brand on the back of his left hand.    The sound passed.    He looked back over his shoulder, seeing no one in the adjoining room through the door. Whoever it was seemed to be heading elsewhere, and Kallehn relaxed again, moving his hand back to his necklaces for a moment. What was he mourning? It had been days, and even then there was nothing he could have fixed. He shifted his hand to a more palm-up position to move the brand out of his vision and saw the scar.    He still remembered the bravado Axin had cut himself with, hiding the pain as quickly as possible when he realized how deep he had gone. He fooled Kallehn well enough, and the ranger copied him, emboldened. It really had hurt a fair bit more than they had told themselves, but they had gotten over it. Their primus had caught them while they still had their bloodied hands clasped together, but she at least had the courtesy to wait until they felt they were done to chew them out.    They had promised they’d always have each other’s backs…    Kallehn shook his head, dropping his arm back to his side as he turned to dress and leave. The gladium canton was preferable to a Flame castrum, at the very least, even if he was truly alone.