~- In the Blink of an Eye -~
â€œThink you can keep Seaweed Brain under control until we get out of here?â€
Sevastion blinked, pulled out of reverie at last by the question directed at him. Even so, he barely turned to listen to Henry, his mind still on the events from just before the castle. Though he hadn't broken himself out of the magic suppressing cuffs until they'd been removed a short time ago, Sevastion had heard Susanoo howling with laughter at Topsy's insinuation that Sevastion didn't have enough experience to tell the difference between seduction and flattery. Even with the Bond temporarily weakened, he'd heard Susanoo's own crack about Sevastion "Putting the 'monk' in 'warrior monk'." Before he'd had the chance to respond to either one of them, making himself look totally unhinged in the process, a cool, female voice had cut through, one that seemed so familiar that it had made Sevastion stop and take a second look.
â€œCommander, with all due respect, perhaps it would be in everyoneâ€™s best interests to proceed before anything else goes...wrong.â€
If the guard Andrew reminded Sevastion of Asuna, then this girl reminded him of his sister Theresa. She seemed to watch them all with a detached disdain, as if their actions only served to strengthen an unfavorable opinion of the lot of them. She certainly seemed to be a stickler for the rules, in any case, and the look in her eyes...
â€œIâ€™m figuring weâ€™ve got five minutes to get out of here before the guard shows up. What do you say?â€
"Damnation," Sevastion swore softly, pulling himself once more from his thoughts. Forcing himself to focus on the now, and not eyes that had been lost for thirteen years, Sevastion turned his attention on the cell door. It was cool and damp in the dungeon where the guards had placed the two of them, and that dampness gave Sevastion just enough that he could work with it. For a moment, Sevastion watched to cell door, while Henry kept a look out for any guards to come down the corridor.
At first, nothing seemed to happen. Then, all at once, the splotched grey iron of the door grew lighter in color, large ice crystals forming on the metal as Sevastion willed the water to turn into ice, turning the metal around the lock to become cold and brittle. Turning his attention away from the water, Sevastion took a single moment to judge his aim, then he kicked out, forcing the door to slam open as the lock shattered beneath his foot.
"Well, that's always one way to get past a lock," Henry snarked, following Sevastion out of the cell.
"You got a better idea? It's not like either one of us has a Keyblade," Sevastion hissed back at him. By unspoken agreement, the two of them kept to the shadows as much as possible, circumventing guards or hiding as Henry detected one coming near them. It was slow going in this way, their progress towards freedom moving at a snail's pace, but it allowed them time to think. It allowed them to try to form a plan.
The further away they moved from their holding cell, and the more Sevastion was able to tune into the river that moved near the castle, the more Sevastion was able to sense from the atmospheric water in the castle. By now, he and Henry weren't the only ones to break out of their cells, something that seemed incredibly suspicious to Sevastion; it wasn't the same kind of suspicious that he felt about the guards. All of them seemed to have a dark energy to them, similar to Topsy and that Jacen boy that had taken a shine to him. That energy felt Heartless in nature, and Sevastion could only assume that they were dealing with an enormous population of Hybrids. This wasn't that, however. Even with how careful they were being, Sevastion knew that he and Henry were having a ridiculously easy time with their escape. It felt almost like a trap.
Even so, there was no way that Sevastion was going to sit still. As the feel of the river strengthened him, he'd sensed another splash of water, one that had fallen on the guard, Andrew. Sevastion still didn't understand it, but he'd sensed the young guard's distress in that single splash, a distress that had Sevastion growing still on the inside, a cold fury building slowly in his chest that refused to be shown visibly or, at the moment, acknowledged. It went back to that first realization, Sevastion thought, as he and Henry rounded a stairwell to find Jacen, Topsy, and Andrew surrounded by guards. When he'd thought about how similar Yoake's eyes had seemed to Theresa's, Sevastion had been struck by a revelation as brilliant and blinding as lightning. It wasn't that Andrew reminded him of Asuna. The boy was brilliant and resourceful, but also cheerful and willing to trust you completely once you'd earned that trust. Sevastion had been able to see all of that in Andrew's eyes as he'd cheerfully asked his questions of Sevastion.
Now, the boy had his head buried in Topsy's neck, and the older man looked ready to murder as he sent Heartless after the guards. Sevastion called his glaive, burying it deep into the neck of one of the guards as that fury continued to quietly build inside of him. That bright cheerfulness in the boy's eyes, eyes that were a brilliant blue, Sevastion hadn't seen those eyes in thirteen years, not since he'd been bound to Susanoo, and his eyes had turned the color of the ocean. He didn't understand it, but Sevastion and Andrew had the same eyes, a recognition that Sevastion felt to his core. Andrew...