Six Of Foxes (Six Foxes)

Christ 2

Beside the large dome, Ken revealed the plan he was trying to achieve. Even if the old plan is reckless, at least the foundation is a tacit action. This new plan is presumptuous, tends to be crazy. They would not only announce their presence to the people of Barchen, but broadcast it aloud. The crew will again split up and they will again monitor the movement through the Ghantaclock, but the space available for error is even narrower.

    Krista looked at her heart, thinking she would find fear there, fear. But he just felt ready. This task he carried out was not to pay off his debt to Lin Ginger. This task he fulfilled was not for Ken or Geak. Krista wants this - her money, a dream that can be realized thanks to the money.

    While Ken explains and Tera uses scissors from the laundry room to divide the mine, Reyn helps Krista and Silva get ready. To impersonate a Cerveny member, they need a tattoo. They started with Silva. Using a scoop of Ken's key and the pyrite copper Tera removed from the roof, Reyn sprayed Silva's arm with Cerveny peacock feathers as well as he could, based on Krista's description and made improvements whenever necessary. Then Silva absorbed the ink into his own skin. Soulvalin doesn't need tattoo needles. Silva tried his best to smooth the scar on Krista's lower arm. The result was not perfect, but their time was limited and Silva was not as talented a Spear.

    Silva was silent for a moment. "You sure?"

    Krista took a deep breath. "It's war paint" he said, to Silva and himself. "Cap was established of my own accord."

    "Also just temporary" Silva promised. "I'll finish it when we get to the harbor."

    Harbors. Krista thought of the cheerful-flagged septicaye and tried to instill that image in her head as she watched peacock feathers seep into her skin.

    Tattoos must be caught fake if observed closely, but hopefully that alakadarnya it is enough.

    Finally, they stood up. Krista predicts Cerveny will come in late-Miss Lois likes to attract attention-but they still have to be ready in position to move when the time comes.

    Even so, they doubt. The realization that they might never see each other again, that some of them-perhaps all-couldn't have survived that night, sank heavily in the air. The gambler, the prisoner, the son of the dissident, Knoulbar got lost, the girl Zemeni became a murderer, the young man from Krisbow who became much worse than ordinary men.

    Krista looked at the odd crew, barefooted and shivering in a soot-lined prison uniform, their figure on the back of a golden light from the dome, softened by the mist hovering in the air.

    What unites them? The greed? Despondence? The realization that if one or all of them disappeared tonight, no one would come looking? Krista's mother and father may still shed tears because of their missing daughter, but if Krista dies tonight, no one will mourn her now. He had no family, no parents or brothers, only his comrades to fight. Maybe this needs to be grateful.

    Tera spoke up first. "Come as blossom," they responded in unison. Even the Reader also spoke those words softly.

    "If any of you survive, make sure my coffin is opened at the funeral service" Tera said, holding two small rolls of mine to her shoulder and gesturing Reyn to follow her across the roof. "The world deserves to see this face for a little while."

    Krista was just a little surprised when she saw the passionate expression that flashed between Reader and Silva. Things change between them after a fight with Kuwei's entourage, but Krista doesn't know what.

    Reader cleared his throat and bowed clumsily to Silva. "Can I talk to you for a second?" tanyakanya.

    Silva replied to the bow much more easily and said, "No."

    "Hey-"

    "I'm kidding" he said, giggling.

    "I have something for you" Krista said, taking Ken's leather gloves out from behind the arm of her prison tunic.

    Ken stared at his gloves dumbly. "How-ever"

    "I got it from a dumping clothes barrel. Before I climb."

    "Six floors in the dark."

    Krista nodded. He did not wait for thanks. Not for climbing, or for gloves, or for anything else.

    Krista noticed Ken's pale and fragile hands disappearing behind the leather material as the young man put on the gloves slowly. Ken's hand is a glossy-dyed lentic made to break keys, hide coins, remove items.

    "When we get back to Moontown, I'll take my rations and get out of Geak."

    Ken turned. "Preferably so. From the beginning you were too good for Krisbow."

    It's time to go. "May the Saints protect you, Ken."

    Ken grabbed the girl's wrist. "Crista."

    His gloved thumb rubbed Krista's pulse, according to the top of the peacock feather tattoo. "If we can't make it out, I want you to know...."

    Krista's waiting. He felt hope rustling within him, ready to soar when he heard Ken's exact words. He told her that hope was silent. Those words never came out. Heart is an arrow.

    Krista reaches up and touches Ken's cheek. He thought that the young man would be grinning again, even brushing his hand. Nearly two years of fighting side-by-side with Ken, hustling late at night, committing an impossible heist, running errands in secret, and, and eating French fries and hutspots hurriedly while rushing from place to place, but only this time Krista touched Ken from skin to skin, with no barrier in the form of gloves, coats, and, or a shirt sleeve. Krista let her hand cupped Ken's cheek. The young man's skin was cool and moist from the rain. Ken continued to flinch, but Krista saw the tremors that were seeping through her body, as if she was at war with herself.

    "If we don't survive tonight, I'll die without fear, Ken. Can you say the same?"

    Ken's eyes were almost black, his pupils dilated. Krista can see that Ken must exert all his dark determination to stay calm under Krista's touch. However, Ken did not withdraw. Krista knows that's the best Ken can give her. However, it's not enough.

    Krista put her hand down. Ken sontak took a deep breath.

    Ken says he doesn't want Krista's prayer and Krista doesn't have to say it, she keeps wishing Ken well. Krista now has a goal, her heart has a purpose, and though she is grieved that the path keeps her away from Ken, she knows she can bear the pain.

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