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Wretched and Divine: Days Are Numbered, pt. 2

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Prophet

After many hours of confusion and semi-consciousness, I finally feel like myself again. I still have a bit of a headache, but it doesn’t bother me that much.

"Destroyer, is there any aspirin I could use?"

He runages around his bag and pulls out a small bottle. "I think there's still a little."

I open the bottle, and indeed, there are still a few pills left. I take two and close the bottle.

"Thanks, Destroyer."

I’m able to do things now, and that’s all that matters right now. And now that I feel better, it’s time for me to have some…conversations.

Destroyer and I are in his tent right now, going over what the damage from the last battle was.

"We need-is there anything we could do differently?"

"Be more aware of our surroundings, I guess? I mean that's what happened."

"Yeah, but I also think they wanted Mystic from the beginning. He was the person they aimed at, not me."

Our records show that they've been workshoping new weapons, and some don’t even have the potential to be deadly. We just have to train all over again.

"I don't know. This is a new tactic, I've never seen them do something like this."

"Yeah, they're into the more 'bang bang and dead' method."

We start figuring out how to prevent a repeat of a few days ago by training everyone on watching out for each other.

"If we want to teach them to make sure they can look out for each other-"

"But how can we train them more than we already have? It's not like they don't already look out for each other."

Then we go over further training procedures that we need to reiterate to assure everyone’s survival. While we can’t always guarantee that everyone lives, we still want to make sure that as many people can leave the battlefield alive as possible.

"This is a new device, correct? They've never used this before, right?"

"I've never seen that in my life. If we only had some kind of prototype."

Once those discussions are done and over with, we switch our focus to a more personal topic: Mystic. We know that some absolutely horrible things happened to him in that facility. He hasn’t been talking much, he’s clearly hurt, and we can all tell that he’s traumatized.

"Should we even try to coax it out of him?"

"I don't think that's a good idea." Destroyer says. "He'll tell us when he's ready."

Savior took care of his physical injuries, but we all know that he’s scarred emotionally. I’m afraid that he’ll never be the same again after this.

Mystic has never been a reserved person, usually he would talk about pretty much anything. There were two things that most of us knew about when it came to him and never spoke about, his love for Mourner and his time in the asylum as a child. We all knew he had trauma from being trapped there for so many years, but he never brought it up, so we didn’t either. But this probably just reopened old wounds for him, and that’s what worries me the most

"When did he first..I don't quite know how to phrase this-open up, I guess-about that time?"

"About a month after he arrived, he started having a cluster of absence seizures. Luckily not during a battle, but we did notice. After lengthy assurances that we wouldn't send him back, he finally told us."

"Damn. He was that fearful."

Destroyer and I start debating on which of us should speak to Mystic first. Mystic has to know that we’re here for him.

"One of us needs to get in that tent and talk to him." At least to make sure he’s as comfortable as possible and to see if there’s anything we can do for him.

"You. You should do it. You were injured, he should know that you don't think it was intentional, or something like that."

I walk out of Destroyer’s tend and move towards Mystic’s. To my surprise, Mourner isn’t in the tent. Instead, he’s outside, pacing back and forth. That’s odd, considering that as soon as we got Mystic back, he refused to leave his side. That is, until Mystic fully came back. Then he distanced himself. Probably because he’s still worried about the argument they had.

"Dude, you should go in there."

He barks out a laugh. "Yeah, like he's ever going to want to look at me after what happened yesterday. I'll be lucky if he ever talks to me again."

Honestly I don’t even know what to say to Mourner, if there even is anything I can say. I think he’ll figure out how to deal with this on his own, but if he doesn’t, I’ll probably wind up talking to him too.

"Mourner, he still loves you."

"You-"

I don’t know when I became a relationship counselor, but if that has to be my job, then so be it.

"Mourner: Savior checked up on him earlier to change his bandages. And do you want to know what Savior told me? The only thing Mystic could talk about was you."

"Yeah, I bet." Hr scoffs.

"Dude, Mystic spent ten minutes talking about your eyes. You should go in that tent. He's still head over heels in love with you".

I don’t want to see them hate each other after being in love for so long.

When I walk into Mystic’s tent, I find him laying down. I feel so awkward trying to approach him right now, I don’t know if anything I say will be the right thing to say to him at this point in time. I’m not just going to ask if he’s okay, because I know the answer to that.

“Hey, Mystic. How are you feeling?”

He looks at me and struggles to sit up.

“I’m okay.” His voice is hoarse, probably from all the screaming and crying. His face is puffy and he still has tears running down his cheeks. I have absolutely no idea what to say to him. I don’t think there’s anything I could say to him that would make him feel better. I can try, but there’s not much I can do.

I sit down beside Mystic.

"Is there…anything you need?"

As soon as I ask, he bursts into tears again. Before I can even get the words out to ask him what’s wrong, he yells “I’m so sorry! Please don't take me back there!”

This is absolutely heartbreaking to see. I’ve seen Mystic upset before, but it’s never been anything like this. Not even close. Destroyer has his PTSD attacks, but I've never seen anything like this from Mystic. Which is definitely saying something about what Mystic is dealing with mentally.

I know in this situation that the best thing for me to do right now is to reassure Mystic that he’s safe. So, I start to reassure him that no one is taking him anywhere, that he’s going to stay right here. But he’s still upset.

“You could have died because I was careless!”

“We all get caught off guard sometimes. It isn’t your fault.” He just shakes his head in response to that. I understand that he isn’t going to believe anyone at first when they say that to him.

"Think you'll be up for work tomorrow?" I say.

"Yeah. Anything you guys need."

He needs all the help he can get right now, and I’m not exactly a therapist but I can try my best.

For a few minutes I sit with him, trying to make sure he’s comfortable. He’s staying completely quiet. I can tell that there’s a lot he wants to say, but he’s having trouble saying it. Maybe he just needs more space for now. If that’s what he needs, then I’ll give it to him. This is going to be a difficult time for him to get through, but I’ll do my best to help support him through it.

"Well, you know where I am if you need anything."

Eventually I walk out of the tent. The first thing I see is Mourner, still pacing around, staring at Mystic’s tent. Part of me wants to tell him to get his dumb ass in there, but I also know that now isn’t a time to rush anything with him or with Mystic.

"Still out here?"

"He probably doesn't want to see me."

He’ll go in when he’s ready, they’ll talk when they’re ready, and I’ll stand by in case either of them need help at any point.

"Dude, you should go in there. He'd like to see you."

For a few minutes, I stand by and continue observing Mourner. To my surprise, he doesn’t move any closer to Mystic’s tent. He stays pretty much the same distance from it, walking the same amount every time. He doesn’t even seem to notice me watching him. His eyes are simply glued to that tent. I have no clue how to handle this situation at this point. Maybe now would be a good time to just keep my distance and try to see if anyone else needs me.

I’ll keep my eye on both of them, but they both need their space if they’re going to work things out between them. Mystic’s in a bad spot right now, and I have no clue what the hell is going on with Mourner. What I think is that they need each other more than anything at the moment. I’m not going to be the one to push them towards that though. They’ll figure it out on their own soon enough, Mourner will start helping Mystic to get better, and then they’ll go back to pining for each other as always…

Savior

My thoughts are a complete mess right now. I know I’m safe now, I’m in my tent with my daughter, Prophet is doing much better and can’t sense any danger, I’m safe but still can’t settle down at all. I’ve been on edge all night and absolutely nothing I’ve done has helped me to come down.

I keep trying to repeat the same things to myself, over and over again. We’re all safe now. No one is going to hurt us. Everyone is safe and alive. I’ve been trying to reassure myself with this, but it just isn’t working. The only thing I can think about was how things could have happened differently and been much worse than they were.

If FEAR used a different type of bullet to shoot Prophet, he would have died. That’s all there is to it, he would be dead right now. And if it had taken us any more time to rescue Mystic, we would have found him dead. It was mostly by chance that we were able to save him.

"David, you have to calm down."

I stop breathing for a minute. It's been so long since I've actually referred to myself as anything but Savior.

"Everyone's alive. We're all safe at the moment. You and Abigail are in the tent. They can't get to you here."

But my brain can't stop freaking out.

Losing Prophet or Mystic would be absolutely detrimental to us, and that’s putting it lightly. Prophet loves to discredit himself, but he’s one hell of a leader, and I doubt this army would be where they are today without his skills. Not to mention how hell-raisingly powerful Mystic is. I know I haven’t been here long, but I’m close enough with everyone to know how important everyone is to each other.

"And I know that losing Mystic would completely destroy Mourner."

I know we're all alive now, and Prophet has even made a full recovery, but I’m still so shaken. This could have happened to any one of us, and it could have gone so much differently if it was anyone else. For all we know, one of us might not have been able to survive as long as Mystic did in those torture chambers. If our circumstances had changed even slightly, we probably would have been dealing with a funeral right now.

While I hate to think of it this way, I can’t help but wonder what would have happened if that were me. Would I have cracked from their torture? Would they have killed me?

"Would they have threatened Heather and Abigail to make me talk?" What if that was me they had spotted in a vulnerable state? Would they have taken me and tortured me? Of course they would have if they had their sights set on me. They could have killed me in a flash, and Abigail and Heather would be without me.

Abigail hasn’t said much since we got back, I think she knows how upset I’ve been. While I appreciate her being considerate, I just really wish she would talk to me. Being able to talk to her would help me a lot, but I don’t want to upset her.

"Honey, is everything okay? You know its okay to be scared."

And I don’t want her to see me as weak. She’s never seen me cry before, and I don’t plan on letting her see me that way. I don’t want her to see me crack.

I start looking up in order to blink away the tears in my eyes as quickly as possible. Suddenly, I feel arms around me. When I look down and see Abigail hugging me, I can’t contain my tears anymore. I wrap my arms around her and start bawling my eyes out.

"Abby, I'm sorry I can't protect you any more than this. I'm sorry you haven't seen your mother for months. And I'm sorry you live in this messed up world."

I can’t tell her a single thing that happened, she’s too young to understand that she could have been left without me in a flash. Or maybe she’s old enough and I’m just too scared to tell her.

Not letting go of me, she asks,

“Dada, are you okay?”

“No.”

“Why?” I don’t think I can truly bring myself to tell her the truth. I can’t bear telling my daughter, the light of my life, that she could have been left without her father because people want me dead.

Taking a deep breath, I proceed to tell her everything.

"Mystic almost died. FEAR officials caught him when his tent blew away in the wind. They…buried him alive. We're lucky we were able to find him. And I've never seen Mourner so scary."

She stares off into the distance, and for a minute, I wonder if I went too far.

Then she speaks. About how she always used to hold her and sing to her.

"I remember when mom would sing me to sleep. I tried to stay up through the song, but it never worked."

I tear up. Heather always did have the most beautiful voice.

She turns to me. "Do you miss her?"

"Every single day. There was one day I got to see her. I still don't know why I didn't wake you up for that."

We both miss her terribly. I know the life I’m leading now is dangerous, but if I ever want our family to reunite again, this is how we have to live for a while. At least we’ve kept Abigail safe. As safe as we can, at least.

The more I think about being able to reunify our family, the more my worries start to melt away. I’m terrified of whatever might come next, but I have to face whatever that may be. If what’s been happening the past few days is the worst that will happen out here, then I should be okay from now on.

I’m finally starting to calm down a little, and I think Abigail definitely sees that.

"Can we see outside?" She asks.

"Yes, I think we can." I open the flap slightly to make sure things are calm, then we go outside.

It’s dark out now, so we decide to just sit down and look at the stars for a while.

She’s absolutely mesmerized by the sky. I am at first too, but then I quickly tense up when I see someone pacing around. Upon looking a little closer, I see that it’s Mourner, still looking like he’s determining whether or not he’s going to see Mystic. They both think the other hates them right now.

As if.

"Mourner, I promise you, Mystic doesn't hate you for the fight. You really should go in there."

He turns. "You sure?"

"Yes, we all know he loves you." Abigail calls out. "Me and dad noticed a spark the very first day we came here."

Hopefully one of them makes a move soon, because it gets kind of irritating seeing them both miss the other’s hints constantly. I thought I was awkward when I first started getting feelings for my wife, that was nothibg compared to these two.

Seeing Mourner pace around like he’s on fire just makes me wonder when he’s finally going to go in there.

“Maybe tonight will finally be the night they actually confess to each other” I think to myself as I shift my focus back to the sky. Maybe that is true, but I’m not sure. Maybe they’ll wait another few years. Or maybe they won’t. I mean they both have to realize that the other one is still into them sooner or later, I just hope it’s sooner rather than later…

Mourner

I can’t take this anymore. Wandering around in circles wondering whether or not Mystic absolutely despises me is going to be the death of me if I keep it up any longer.

"Do you think he hates me?" I ask Savior. Abigail is asleep now.

It’s all I’ve been doing basically all day, and I know that by now everyone is staring at me, but I can’t even bring myself to care. All I can bring myself to think about at all is if Mystic will ever forgive me for what I said.

"Mourner, no. He doesn't. He'd like to see you, I know it."

When he woke up with me by his bedside he didn’t seem angry, so I could take that as a sign that he doesn’t hate me.

"I mean, he was pretty groggy, maybe that wasn't what he thinks of me…now."

That being said, he was in such a bad state before he woke up that he might not have been truly conscious enough to remember how much he hated me. Now that I’m out of the room and he’s probably more conscious, he could be absolutely seething at the sight of me walking into his tent.

"You won't know that if you don't go in, Timothy!" I say, then I stop walking around. I haven't heard my real name in a long time, I'm still getting used to it. I guess Savior heard.

"Timothy? That's your birth name?" Savior asks.

"Yeah. My mom's older brother died the day before I was born. She was always fond of him, and in his honor, I got his name. What about you?"

"David. That was the name of my mother's teddy bear. She would call me her 'little teddy bear' when I was growing up, even into my teens."

"That is absolutely adorable." I say.

I look back at Mystic's tent.

My brain has been flipping between thinking he hates me and thinking he still likes me all day.

"It's either one or the other, isn't it?" I ask myself.

And the fact that the bastard who I thought killed him said that he was in love with me…was he telling the truth? Does he really? Or was that guy just trying to cause more trouble? Why would he lie?

Savior and Abigail have seen how I’ve been acting because of how worried I am and they both know exactly what’s going on. Savior reassured me that Mystic doesn’t hate me.

"I don't think Savior is lying, but I don’t think that he knows that for sure."

I think he was just trying to make me feel better, and while it did work for a very brief period of time, it’s very rapidly starting to backfire.

"There's no..he can't. Nope. Not after what happened."

Maybe I could go into his tent, just to see him again and see how he responds to me being in the room. I could tell him that I’m checking on him, and if he gets upset with me, I’ll leave immediately. And sure, if that happens I’ll never be able to show my face again, but at least then I’ll know for sure that he hates me and that I should avoid being within a thousand feet of him at all times.

I finally decide that’s what I’m going to do, just step in under the guise of checking in and then I can find out once and for all how he feels. I can do this. It won’t kill me, right? Right? I mean I feel like he is my biggest reason to keep going in life and that every bit of my heart and mind belong to him, but his rejection can’t kill me, right?

"Just. Go. In. There. Won't know until you do."

Regardless of whether or not it does over time, that won’t be a quick thing, I can do this right now and worry about the rejection when it’s over.

Maybe the initial rejection won’t kill me, but what will kill me is continuing to stand around wondering if he hates me or not. I need to see him, and it’s best that I do it right now. So, I take a few deep breaths before starting to walk towards Mystic’s tent. When I reach it, I stop for a second, asking myself if I’m actually ready to do this.

"Do I really want to-Mourner, you have to do this."

I don’t know why, but I decide to look into his tent slightly. When I see him, my heart shatters. He’s sitting with his back to the side of the tent, covering his face with his hands, and I can hear him crying. I feel absolutely horrible. This might be a bad idea, but I’m going in regardless.

When I walk in, he doesn’t see or hear me. I can still get close enough to tell that he’s really upset. I don’t know exactly what he’s upset about, but I still want to make sure he’s okay.

"Mystic? Mystic, are you awake?"

The second he hears my voice, he looks directly at me. While I anticipated a look of anger or at the very least annoyance, what I didn’t expect was that I would see his eyes light up.

Just the same way they would when I came to see him any other time. In fact, I think it may have been more obvious now, he was absolutely sobbing when I came in, and it feels like it…stopped.

"Hi." I whisper. "Mind if I come in?"

After a moment of him staring at me, he starts crying again. My heart sinks as soon as I see him crying again. He probably forgot everything at first, but now it’s all coming back and he hates me again. I don’t blame him, I would hate me if I were him.

Suddenly, Mystic starts whispering that he’s sorry, just repeating, “I’m sorry”, over and over again. Seeing him like this is absolutely breaking me. I don’t even know what he’s sorry for, I’m so confused and I have no clue how I’m supposed to help him…

He buckles over, and I rush to keep him from falling out of his cot.

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry for everything, I know you hate me-"

"No, no. Don't go there. I shouldn't have pushed you to talk, I shouldn't have said you were happy about the accident, I shouldn't have screamed at you."

"How can you forgive me? I almost tore the group apart-"

"But you didn't! Prophet is alive and well, you wouldn't have gotten kidnapped if I hadn't pushed you away like that-"

"Don't lie to me, I know you hate my guts. I'm used to it. It was only a matter of-"

"I regretted every single word that came out of my mouth as soon as I said them, you hear me?" I say with tears in my eyes.

He looks at me for the first time. "You…you mean it?".

"Yes. Oh god yes." The tears are still in my eyes. "Please, never think that I hate you ever again, okay?" I hug him, and I can feel some of the tension in both of us melt away.

"And-I-I have…something to tell you."

I wait as he composes himself.

"I-I've had this on my mind since I figured it out, but-Mourner, I-every single day, my heart flutters whenever we got close, every single touch makes me ache for more, and every single moment with you has been one of the happiest moments of my life.".

I don't say anything, because I'm trying to process everything.

"Mourner, I-I'm in love with you. And I understand that you might not have the same feelings, but-does this make you feel awkward? I can go if you want."

I can't take any more of this. Before he even has a chance to think about getting up, I grab his face in my hands, and everything else seems to disappear.

His lips are so soft.

Mystic

what is happening what is happening oh my god how do I deserve this what is going on what

There’s absolutely no way in hell that this is real. I must be dreaming right now, that’s the only way I can explain what’s happening. Despite the way I acted when Mourner and I had that fight, he doesn’t hate me at all. I took a stab in the dark and told him how in love with him I am. He said nothing, and it was just instant regret. But before I can do anything, he grabs me, and now he’s kissing me.

The moment his lips meet mine, I throw my arms around him and start to embrace every second of it. I feel as if I’ve been waiting my entire life for this moment, and while I thought it was nothing more than a fantasy, it’s come true, and it’s better than I ever could have imagined. I don’t ever want this moment to end.

As soon as our lips break apart as we catch our breath, I can tell that we’re both in shock. I can’t believe that actually just happened.

"Oh my god." Is all I can say, with the biggest smile on my face.

I’ve been in love with him for so long.

"Mourner…" is all I can say before we're kissing again.

And even though it was only this one time right now, it’s all I can think about. He’s on my mind, he’s the only thing I can think of. I’ve found my place in this world, and it’s here with him.

After another moment of shock, he stands up, and my heart drops. Was he disappointed? Is something wrong?

"Mourner-" I grab his wrist before he can leave. "Where are you going?"

“I figured that you would want me to go.”

"What? Why would that be the case?"

“Well, if it’s cool with you, I’d really love to spend the night,” he says, sitting back down next to me.

For a little while after he sits back down, we sit in silence, not touching each other. But as time goes by, I can tell that we’re drifting towards each other. This continues until our shoulders are touching. Looking at him, I decide to lay my head on his shoulder, just to see how he reacts. When he responds by leaning his head onto mine, my heart flutters.

Eventually, Mourner finally speaks.

"Did you mean it? What you said earlier?"

I make sure to say it slow this time, so he can hear every word.

"Yes, Mourner. I absolutely meant it." And I know that I’ll always love him.

He’s in shock. My stomach is in knots, and I know now that this could be a moment for him to reveal that he doesn’t love me and that the kiss was just a heat of the moment thing.

"What did you think this was?" I ask. Despite my fear, I’m ready to know if that’s the case. I was willing to put our whole friendship that meant the world to me on the line under the circumstance that maybe, just maybe, he’d love me back and we could give romance a go.

"I'm just shocked that you love me back. I was so ready for you to scream at me when I walked into the tent."

Him and I had the exact same feelings.

My mind feels completely clouded right now from trying to process everything that’s just happened. “I had no idea. I could have never known,” I say, almost scared to meet Mourner’s eyes. “I feel like I don’t know anything right now. This is all so confusing, I thought this would never happen.”

“It's okay to be confused, you know. Just know that the best I’ll ever be is whatever you make me and wherever you are. That’s how much I love you.”

“You mean it?”

“I mean it. Now and always.”

I feel like I’m about to cry from pure joy hearing the words coming from him. He kisses me on the cheek, and I lean in to kiss his lips again. This leads to us yet again spending a few minutes kissing, our fingers intertwined as our lips stay locked. When he starts kissing my neck, I'm completely done for. I fall backwards onto my cot, holding onto him the whole time. And once again, I never want to let go.

Even after our lips part again, the feeling still lingers. Knowing that it’s just the two of us here right now and that I now have everything I’ve ever wanted has made all of my worries melt away for the time being.

"I love you. Now and always." I whisper.

We spend more time in silence. At this point in time, the silence is no longer awkward, it’s become comfortable. I feel safe enough with him that the silence doesn’t make me feel like he hates me.

"Boyfriends?"

“Are we?” I ask him and myself. “If that’s what you want,” he says, breaking eye contact for a brief moment. “Yes, it is what I want.”

“So it’s official then.”

I’m smiling like an idiot now. I love this man so much. I’ve never felt this way about anyone else before.

For the rest of the evening, Mourner and I go between moments of peaceful silence and conversations about anything that comes to our minds. Eventually, he lays his head on my chest and falls asleep on me.

"I love you." He whispers.

"I love you too."

And with that, I start to doze off too, dreaming about our future together. I have no clue what will come in the future, but I know that what I want to guarantee more than anything is that he’s in it…

Destroyer

"Destroyer? Destroyer, wake up."

I open my eyes and find someone staring at me from above. I almost freak out until I realize it's just Savior.

"Do you hear that?"

"Hear wh-" I don't finish my sentence because then I notice there are whispers not too far off.

"Oh shit. Do you think It's something dangerous?"

"I don't know what it is." Savior whispers.

I consider the options. If It's someone dangerous, Savior would have to get in close range for his powers to work. I can blast the person away from a distance.

"I'll go and check on everyone. Go back to your tent and make sure Abigail is safe."

He walks back to his tent, and I venture out into the desert. As I pass Mourner's tent, I notice that It's empty.

"Oh no. Please don't tell me that's what I think it is. If they get Mourner-If they get Mourner, that is a sure way to get Mystic back into FEAR's clutches."

As I get closer to Mystic's tent, the noises get a little louder. Then they stop.

"They're gonna give him the sleeping concoction."

But when I get to his tent, there's no sign of any FEAR officials.

Peering between the fabric of the tent, I’m absolutely thrilled to find Mourner and Mystic together again. Not only did they make up, they’re kissing. They’re absolutely adorable together and it’s beautiful to finally see them realizing it.

They’re starting to go to sleep now, so I walk away. There’s no way in hell I read their actions wrong. I’ve never seen friends kiss like that before.

"Five years! They've known each other for 5 years! And they finally figured it out!"

They’ve got to be lovers by now, and I’m genuinely happy for them. They’ve been through hell together and it’s beautiful to see them creating their own heaven. Now what I have to do is tell Prophet.

I don’t plan on telling everyone yet but damnit Prophet needs to know. He and I used to place bets on how long it would be before one of them finally caved in and told the other how they felt. Unfortunately we both underestimated their true inability to see how much the other loved them, and their refusal to confess outlasted both of our guesses.

"I put it in at… a couple months, and I think Prophet had better a year."

Now that I can finally say that we were at least right in saying that they would have to say something eventually. And that’s exactly what I’m going to do. Walking to Prophet’s tent, I find my heart racing with excitement as I figure out how I’m going to word my announcement to him. I can’t just announce this to him casually, not after this long of waiting for them to say something.

As soon as I stumble into Prophet’s tent, he turns his head with a concerned look on his face. Before he can say anything, I blurt out, “You’ll never believe what I just saw,” still trying to catch my breath from running here so quickly.

He looks alarmed when I say this.

"Mourner-I knew they would go after Mourner next-gather all of the fighters, we-"

“No, it’s not like that,” I say before he can continue. “It’s about Mourner and Mystic.” When I say this, he still looks worried, but not quite alarmed like he was before.

"They still think they both hate each other, don't they? Dear god, why are they so blind-"

"No, It's not that! Look, Savior noticed some sounds outside-"

"And you didn't wake me? Why?"

"-and I went to go check. I didn't see Mourner in his tent-"

"I knew they'd try to get him. I should have-"

"He was in Mystic's tent."

Prophet’s look of worry turns into a smug smile, much like the one that’s been on my face ever since I saw them kiss.

"And were they-"

"Oh yes. Making out might be a better term."

"Finally! God, it took them 5 years to figure this out."

As we continue to joke about the two of them, reminiscing about seeing them stare at each other in the past, we bring up whether or not we’re going to tell them that we know.

"Should we tell them?"

"Tell them what? That we know they're an item?" I respond.

"Yeah. Part of me wants to say something, but I don't think putting them on the spot is a good idea."

"Especially since we don't want to pressure Mystic into coming out until he's ready. I don't think he knew he was attracted to guys as well until recently."

"I mean, we all know."

"Yeah, but forcing him to say it just…no."

"Agreed."

If they’re not all over each other, we’ll bring it up and see if they confirm or deny it. If they are being super affectionate however, that should pretty much be a dead giveaway. They’ve always been particularly affectionate with each other but if they dial it up at all, then we know.

Soon enough, we move on from the topic of Mourner and Mystic, starting a discussion about plans for tomorrow.

"Do you.. I don't quite know how to frase this. Do you see anything we need to worry about?"

"No, I dont. I think just basic training is what we should do."

After the way the last battle was, as long as Prophet can promise us that we’ll be left alone for a day or two, we need a break.

Once our plans are established, we say our good nights and I leave to go back to my own tent. On my way there, I feel compelled to look in Mourner and Mystic’s tent again, just to see whatever they’re up to in there.

When I stick my head in, I find them cuddled up, asleep in each other’s arms. I’m not usually one to care much about couples, but I just can’t help it with these two. I’m close with both of them, and they’re so cute together, so I can’t help but get excited when I see that they’re finally together.

The past few days have been absolute hell to deal with, so needless to say, I’m glad it’s finally settled down. Hopefully it stays this way for a while. I know we can’t have peace forever, not out here, that’s the way it is, but to have a few days where we can relax and not have to worry about fighting for our lives nonstop. The fighting will resume eventually, but not at the moment. Maybe we only have a few days to live without paralyzing fear, but I’ll savor every moment of it…

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