![]() "I know you are strong, I've heard the stories! Help me… I want to make them pay!" It took her a few moments, but when she finally got a grip, she gritted her teeth and stared at him so intently Irwin almost backed up. Sniffling, she wiped her face, tears still running down. How long they sat there, he didn't know, but at some point, Lamia pushed herself away. Her wailing turned so intense and lost that Irwin felt tears run down his own face as he tried not to think about his own family. Lamia shuddered, then began crying against his leather apron. The only thing he could think of was what his mother had always done when he or his brother had been crying. Irwin scrambled forward, not sure what to do. "I… need…" she muttered, tears in her eyes. Irwin looked up to see her gaze straight at him. "I want to become strong," Lamia whispered, snapping him out of his own sadness. Irwin could only imagine what she must be feeling as he thought about his mother and brother. One of the smiths had said that Lamia's house had been one of those visited by the Frozir while she was at her uncle's inn. Irwin wanted to help, wanted to say something, but he had no idea what to do. Lamia didn't speak, just looking at the ground. How can they just… come and slaughter innocents? Irwin thought as he moved towards Lamia and sat down with his back against the wall opposite her. They had rushed into houses, killing anything they found, and the funeral house was full, and bodies had been placed outside the walls to freeze. It had become apparent what the Frozir had been doing. I hope they are still alive, he thought, as he thought about what he'd heard. Of the almost two dozen smiths, only seven seemed to still be alive or willing to work. There were again fewer smiths than before, and as Irwin watched the handful that had been there, working, leave, he gritted his teeth. Anyone that had approached her had been met with a dull stare. Lamia was sitting with her back against her anvil, as she had for most of the day. He still didn't know exactly which one.īut before that, he had something else he needed to do. Now that the day was almost over, all he could think of was heading back to his room and reforging one of his cards to rare. He'd not explained where he was going, and Irwin had been too preoccupied to ask. Trimdir had left early, handing him a card and telling him he wouldn't be back till the next day. It was probably the first time since the start of the winter that he would be happy to leave the heat of the furnaces for his quiet room. From waking in a tower full of tired and depressed guards to walking through a destroyed town, Irwin was glad when he finally finished at Trimdir's. Whatever.The next day was one of grief and wailing. He sits down next to SHANITA and picks at it pitifully. It’s a full, hearty meal.) ( DEZ pulls out a pathetic sandwich from his bag. It is nothing skimpy or scarce like her usual. As he places things inside, his bookbag falls to the ground.) ( SHANITA looks at it curiously. She goes to get it.) ( DEZ goes to his locker and puts up his belongings. They are silent for a moment.) (The microwave buzzes. Pulls out a Tupperware dish and places it in the microwave.) ( DEZ enters with his things and looks at SHANITA. What the hell do I know? You living here right under my nose? How in the hell did I not – like I’m some distant – FAYE. We crucial to this production gettin’ nished before they shut down. All I’m asking is that you tell ’em they can’t write us off. I’m not asking you to make up happy endings. You hear what I’m sayin’? I can’t say it’s gonna be good. He tries a new tactic.) We got a couch in the den. I don’t know what I think! (Painfully.) Dammit Faye… (Long beat.
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