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sad.” he decries.
    “ What’s
there to value when you’ve never had it?” I say and his lips pinch
themselves into a straight-thin line. The fold in his brows is
evident and then returns to normal. I can hear them, I can overhear
the laughter and conversation of the people surrounding me, as
quick as he came . . . he’s gone. I find myself sitting back down,
how I returned to this position is odd. I had no choice but to act
as though I did before the moment I heard those words.
    “ Fine.”
Varden says and I regard his words, his face still a crimson colour
like before and I believe that he hasn’t noticed anything. Not the
man nor the change in the atmosphere—his presence still
lingers—faintly, though. It is still enough for me to frown. “Is
everything all right?” he asks. I hear those words repeat in my
mind.  No
everything is not all right.  I think but don’t say.
    “ Just a
little spicy.” I lie. He eyes my plate, sceptically.
    “ Isn’t
that what you wanted?” he asks as his brows furrow in
confusion.
    “ It was.”
I say and stand. “I’ll be back.”
    “ Where
are you going?” he asks; a piece of forked meat is mere millimetres
from his mouth as his eyes wonder to my impassive
expression.
    “ Bathroom.”
    I move
from my seat passing people who are far louder than I thought
previously, I can hear the sound of my boots on the wooden floor
boards it was something that I know is always there but never this
loud. My head feels light and I was sure that the room spun around
me. I force open a wooden door and rush over to the sink where I
haul what fluids I had.  What’s causing this?
    The
burning sensation on the front of my throat only adds to the
discomfort, I feel. Turning the tap, I allow the water to run . . .
I glance at the mirror before me beside the lantern that reflects
my dark face plate. I didn’t even realise I had it on. Then again,
I’ve always had it on. It’s better than people knowing my face. I
hear a gentle rap on the door.
    “ You . .
. all right in there?” I hear Varden say. I don’t answer.
“Commander?” he questions, the only thing he can call me by since I
didn’t give him my name. He can call me whatever he pleases it
won’t matter to me.
    “ Fine.
I’ll be out soon.”
    “ Okay.” I
hear his footsteps slowly disappear and I place my hands under the
running liquid, splashing my chin to rid the gastric fluid, I may
or may not have forced out of my system. I glance back at the
mirror and remove my helmet.
    By the
time I return, Varden is sitting at a table with another woman in
my seat her blond hair sprawls down over her shoulders as her blue
eyes like his dance with seduction and amusement. The sight of her
made me want to vomit once more but I fight it back. My head is
still spinning, if she is going to take my spot than fine I’ll
return to my room. “There you are.” he says his blue eyes change
from witty to staid. “You all right?”
    “ I’m
going to bed. See you in the morning.” I turn from them and head
back towards the door. I can still hear them though.
    “ Who’s
she? Your wife?”
    “ No.
She’s just someone I’ve met recently.”
    “ Can I?”
she asks not sure what it is.
    “ By all
means, good food shouldn’t go to waste.” I close the door behind
me, the laughter is less and their conversation no more. I climb
the stairs and towards my room. The lanterns in the wall flicker
once more, causing shadows to dance around the halls. The cold air
I can feel more around me. Like the moment it came it was gone, I
stride towards my door and force it open, I enter. I see a
silhouette sitting in the far end of my room.
    “ About
time, I was starting to think I had the wrong room.” said the
voice. I recognize it.
    “ Hazlitt.” I say closing the door behind me. A lantern is
lit beside him on a small side table. His brown hair appears darker
than normal with a hint of yellow and orange transgressing through
his