Faralynn came back to the base point after going back to the checkpoint carrying Faynn's body on her arms. The staff members who were keeping watch on the instruments and sensory machines all looked at her with sad faces and concerned looks.
Faralynn stared daggers at Claudio who was there looking as creepy as he always looked. His face was inexpressive, his posture, unchanged. He looked at Faynn's body with clinical eyes. He smelled the faint smell of the poison still lingering on their clothes and hair. He studied the wound on the dad elf's chest.
"Where's Matthew?" He asked with his usual voice.
"You ran away." Faralynn ignored his question accusing him.
"You should've ran too." Claudio said unaffected by her tone.
"If we had help, Faynn would still be alive!" Faralynn shouted at him.
"Or I could be dead instead." Claudio was cold. "I will not apologize for thinking about my life first."
"You bloody coward." Faralynn hissed at him.
