Cross reared back a bit when Nightmare let him go, checking his arm to make sure none of the hooks had scratched his bone. "It must have slipped my mind," The leviathan replied. "Y-you never said anything about that," He whispered. He soon realized the king was in no way being metaphorical. The words initially struck him as intimate, sending waves of confusion throughout his mind. He didn't try, too busy staring wide eyed at the king. It wasn't hurting him, but he would find himself trapped if he tried to thrash his way out of Nightmare's grasp. For this generosity, there is one small catch," Nightmare told him. I even shared with you the true history of the leviathans. He feared he'd chip a tooth or something from just how tightly he clenched his jaw. He leaned in closer, causing Cross to tense up. "Ah, I forgot to inform you of the deal," Nightmare innocently sighed. "Not without my permission and I am not giving it to you." "You're not allowed to leave this place," Nightmare said with much confidence. He was now only a breath away from the king.
He stared up at Nightmare in stunned silence. That made his soul lurch in unexpected ways. He didn't expect to be yanked closer to Nightmare. Cross gasped when a tentacle suddenly whipped up and latched onto his wrist. "I can't help but find this new situation humorous," Nightmare told him. Cross gave him a confused look and Nightmare shook his head. Nightmare remained silent and still for a few moments, but soon he rumbled with an unexpected sound. "It was my plan that backfired after all." He added in a hushed tone. He wasn't beneath making sacrifices to atone for his mistakes. He held onto that thought, even though it made more pain stir in his soul. Perhaps they'll be fine if I turn myself in. If I go, I can make sure their anger isn't placed on anyone but me," He explained, desperate to spare the others anymore pain if he could.
"When the Reef finds me, they'll be furious. Nightmare let out a low growl, but Cross continued. "I've caused enough trouble for you, my lord- For all of you," He told the leviathan. It was just the two of them.Ĭross dipped his head. His tentacles were lit, casting long shadows upon the walls as they lashed about. Cross glanced over his shoulder to see Nightmare gliding through the corridor to reach him. "And where do you think you're going in such a hurry?" Nightmare questioned. A growly voice called out to him just a soulbeat before he could turn the corner. The thought still stung like a jellyfish's tendrils, even if he believed it to be true. I suppose some sirens are meant for a solitary life. There had to be somewhere he could go to finally stop causing problems for everyone around him. He intended to get as far away from here as he could. Without sparing the others a warning, he began to swim down the hall. I can't return to the Reef, but I shouldn't be here either. He stopped on the other side of the door, where he let out a long exhausted sigh.
Upset, Cross slipped out from the meeting room. That's because they'll prioritize the execution of a leviathan over any siren. "It's me they'll come after, not any of you," He told them, which only made Cross's soul drop further. He then straightened himself and held his head high. "They're not going to kill you," Nightmare replied, using a tentacle to gently push Horror back. "You won't let them kill us, will you?" He asked.
He soon gave up on that tactic, swimming up to Nightmare while the grains still fell from his body. It seemed more like an attempt to defuse his stress. He wasn't doing so in a playful manner this time. He was currently down against the sand, where he had been rolling about. "They'll kill us if they think we're responsible," Horror muttered. It's only a matter of time before they find us," He told the others, webbing flared. Dust tried to murmur some sort of comfort to him, but Killer didn't seem to hear his words. "This is far worse than Error! Those sirens already think we're bad! Now they're going to believe we had something to do with that attack!" Killer shouted, throwing his arms up in his fit of emotion. His tentacles twitched and the corner of his fangs were pulled back. He just had to keep moving while the others all spoke, primarily at Nightmare who looked frustrated with juggling all their concerns. He paced on the outskirts of the meeting room, fins starting to feel sore from the consistent turning about. Unfortunately, nearly every thought came with some sort of stab of guilt or twist of blame. Though now that the sand had settled, he was able to think clearly. Cross wasn't sure what to do aside from follow at the time. If Dream sent someone to investigate the scene, they couldn't afford to get caught up with them. Nightmare had swiftly urged the others to return to the drowned castle to avoid any further calamity. After the blaster had been fired, Error was quick to flee.
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