Thread:GalaxE/@comment-34012245-20191209040109/@comment-36159587-20191211063850

After a period of sneaking, walking, and sprinting, they seemed to be getting closer to the final floor. The second floor of the place was especially special: It had no cells, and was a strict order-and-maintenance place. This was why, the young man orchestrating Dion's escape from prison had said, there wasn't to be any mistake here. If any mistake happened, it was here. Then it was straight on out and out the doors, said he with confidence.

The entire expedition down, the young man hadn't been silent. He had talked at moments about random things, not really expecting responses at all. He seemed to be trying to keep the mood light and establish a connection between them during the process. However, the closer they were to the second floor, each flight of stairs they took, the more silent the orchestrator became. Now, they were standing just at the edge of yet another stair flight bend, and he was completely silent and unmoving. He'd been like this for two minutes, in fact, unmoving, still, and not talking.

It appeared that his visibility trick was wearing off a bit, or perhaps he was allowing it to recharge. His silhouette was visible against certain points, showing that he had shoulder-length hair from a back view and was at least a humanoid. However, bits of him were still invisible, making his figure seem jagged.

The silence may be a relief for Dion, or moreover, it may seem strange.