Talak was exhausted. He was barely even a Lightsider, so his poor attempts at self-mending after meditation had got him to the point of "weak but mobile" rather than "cripplingly tired." The scene below him was one he didn't dare describe and knew would be forever etched in his memory. A gore pile from the hundreds of dead and the handful of roaming infected that still remained.
In the chaos, it had looked as though Hannibal had escaped, but inevitably with injuries. The quarantine zone door was right there, but the only option for getting through would be to cut through with a saber. Doing that would expose countless people to potential infection and was a risk he couldn't take. Surely, there were still quarantine doors that were open, and that was what he needed to find.
So who did he call? If Hannibal was injured, then the only other person who immediately jumped to mind was Trys. He hated the idea of her being at risk, but he also didn't want to die. Besides, she probably would have killed him if he didn't call her.
He'd made his way up the fire escape to the roof after much limping and looked out at the chaos of the city. What was left of it had been largely overrun and he could see fires from leftover resistance elsewhere.
He plopped roughly down on the roof as he awaited communication from her that she was in the area or otherwise looking for him.
In the chaos, it had looked as though Hannibal had escaped, but inevitably with injuries. The quarantine zone door was right there, but the only option for getting through would be to cut through with a saber. Doing that would expose countless people to potential infection and was a risk he couldn't take. Surely, there were still quarantine doors that were open, and that was what he needed to find.
So who did he call? If Hannibal was injured, then the only other person who immediately jumped to mind was Trys. He hated the idea of her being at risk, but he also didn't want to die. Besides, she probably would have killed him if he didn't call her.
He'd made his way up the fire escape to the roof after much limping and looked out at the chaos of the city. What was left of it had been largely overrun and he could see fires from leftover resistance elsewhere.
He plopped roughly down on the roof as he awaited communication from her that she was in the area or otherwise looking for him.