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    Cyrus sighed, "I'll give you some time to collect yourself." He went around to put away the things he had taken out. All the while, he put all the things he believed he may need for traveling; clothes, food, and his necessary medications.

    Mistique heard the shuffling, growing curious, but still was too weary to respond. After a minute or two, she straightened to look over her shoulder at Cyrus questioningly. She watched him pack up, blinking slowly as she processed. "What are you doing?" She asked softly. "You're in no condition to travel..."

    He took a deep breath and spoke, "I'm afraid I- we don't have much of a choice." Cyrus stuffed his things into a dufflebag and walked up to Mistique. "I'm sorry to have gotten you into this."

    “We?” Her eyes widened slightly. “Wh— Why me too?? Just because I saw??” Sh pressed her hands to her chest. She’d figured that the person Cyrus had dismantled was either dead or silenced for a very long time— so there was no reason for her to be roped into it.

    This time Cyrus avoided eye contact, "V got a picture of both of us. As far as the recipient is concerned, we are both liable for theft and pounding V to submission." He took another long breath, "Again, I'm sorry."

    Cyrus shut his eyes when Mistique spoke, and inhaled when she was done. He knew he could say he was sorry a million times and not sway her opinion. "I'll let you say your goodbyes to everyone you need to," he said bluntly, "As for where we're going to. . . I might look into letting a friend letting us stay with them."

    The chameleon’s hands clasped together tightly. “N-no, I can’t... I can’t just leave everything behind... isn’t there any other way??” She begged Cyrus, stepping towards him as she pleased. “I can get my family to move, I just need a little but of time!”

    "I'm afraid we don't have that kind of time." Cyrus replied, feeling more guilty now, "Unless you want to stay and face whatever comes our way head-on, but that will mean we'll have to stay close 24/7." He honestly wouldn't mind making a final stand, heck, that's how he wanted to die: in the glory of battle.

    She looked down and chewed on her lip as she felt a pang in her chest. She couldn't bring her family into this -- she hated to leave them, but she hated the idea of any of them getting hurt even worse. She put a hand to her face, covering her mouth to restrain a sob. "No," She managed to say, "I... I'll go with you."

    Cyrus took another long breath, "Alright. Now that that's been decided, you'll need t-" He blacked out for a moment, leading to fall to his knees. It was the impact of hitting the floor that woke him up. Heaving himself to his feet, he continued, "You'll need to gather your things."

    Mistique flinched softly, eyes narrowing as he stumbled away from her. She knew she was right — but we also knew that Cyrus was in a big hurry. Was there any way to make some sort of compromise...? She glanced at him. “Is your friend very far?”

    Remaining still Cyrus responded, "Next city over. A single bus or trainwould get us there." The wolf forced himself to stand, "Though I'm not sure how she'd feel about us showing up in these conditions."