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[devoutish]

And I fucking ran, didn't I.

[For a certain definition of running - he'd followed Royce, anyway. Stifling a groan, he prods at one of the wounds on his arm.]

I'm not as young as I used to be. Why did you come back?

[bywolves]

[ Royce turns and grabs another roll of cloth - it's also dirty, but that can't be helped. It's better than nothing. Carefully, he wraps Alfie's arm with the cloth. ]

Because I feel like I know you. [ He mutters. ] We'll see how long you stay when Nim comes back.

[devoutish]

Nim will like me.

[He mutters, watching Royce do his work.]

I'm a very amiable sort of man.

[bywolves]

[ Scowl. ] You don't know Nim.

[ But - Nim likes most people. He only ever had nice things to say about the Favorites, aside from the fact that they're cannibals. Royce ties off the cloth. ]

And we'll see if he finds us before they do. I killed one of them. They're going to hunt for me.

[devoutish]

Let's find me a weapon, then. I'll help protect you.

[bywolves]

[ It's very, very dark, but Alfie can probably see the light of Royce's eyes look up right at him, and squint. ]

No. [ Simply enough. ]

[devoutish]

I'm not gonna kill you. I owe you, yeah?

[bywolves]

Means nothing. Don't know you.

[devoutish]

You saved me.

[bywolves]

And? Doesn't matter. Could save someone and turn around and have them harvest you for meat.

[devoutish]

For meat; fucking hell, there are a lot of cannibals here. Is that normal?

[bywolves]

Not a lot of food down here. [ He shivers, pulling away and scooting as far from Alfie as he can. ] You never know when someone might snap, is all.

[devoutish]

How long have you been here?

[bywolves]

Months. [ He doesn't know why he trusts Alfie to tell him so. Or why he's speaking to him at all. ] I think.

[devoutish]

And you haven't snapped.

[There's warm approval in his voice.]

[bywolves]

No. I'm not going to eat other people. [ He is... very confused by the warm approval. ] Rather starve.

[devoutish]

Why? Have you got moral standards, or is there something else?

[bywolves]

... Guess it's moral standards. [ Royce says, glancing over at Alfie again. ]

[devoutish]

[This is where he'd make some sort of crack about human meat tasting terrible, if this were regular Royce. But he's not so sure this Royce wouldn't take it as a hint or a threat of some kind, so he doesn't.]

Well - if you're gonna have those, that's not a bad line to draw.

[bywolves]

Don't usually have them.

They generally kick in if I can remember whatever I killed screaming at me not to kill it.

[devoutish]

Ah - I'm sorry for that, mate.

[bywolves]

[ He shrugs. ]

Doesn't bother me. Just don't want to eat that. Don't want to be them. They lost their sanity.

[devoutish]

[Alfie hunches a little closer to the wall, peering out into the darkness in front of them while being careful not to actually lean out of their shelter.]

Where do you suppose they've gone?

[bywolves]

Trying to find me. [ Royce says, softer. ] They're going to chase me. Single-minded. Either they die or I do.

Nim's going to be angry.

[devoutish]

He's not gonna like that you helped me?