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"Yep, that's the Jade Hawke I know." Colin leaned his side against the cool bars, its temperature oddly calming him in spite of the very dangerous situation they were stuck in at the moment. A part of him wondered if Mik was stuck down there with them in another cell, but he could typically feel the vampire when he was near like a burning flame of a candle. Taking his mind off of the biggest reason he was down in a basement cell, the witch returned his attention on the other who clearly couldn't control her movements. Guess that is what happens when a powerful goddess hitches a ride. "Your guess is as good as mine, but wherever here is, it's because of Bellora on your end. A perverted, psycho vampire who teamed up with her on mine because of his son on mine." Colin pulled one knee up to his chest and breathed a sigh, eyes landing upon Jade again, "I think the goddess returned to her own body. You've been out a while, it seems." Back leaning against the wall behind him, he took a moment looking her over, "Are you okay? Stupid question, but thought I should at least ask."

"Of course it's because of the bitch." Jade knew that her bad luck had truly stemmed from the moment that the goddess had invited herself into her body, and she was helpless to stop it. Everyone was helpless to stop it until the point of no return. The witch snorted, "I should have known you held the candle for dick, Colin. Why else would someone run from a marriage to Bishop of all people? Especially after she stupidly sold her soul." Not that she really had any say in the matter, when at the end of the road, she had also sold her soul. For her, though... it was survival. She had failed to kill the traitors, and it was only a matter of time before her uncle came for her. Jadis rotated her hands slowly, noticing that her favorite rings were gone; no doubt Bellora's way to take away her weapons, not that she was strong enough to use her own blood to fuel her magic. She leaned heavily against the bars, conserving as much energy as she could, even though the cold was biting into her through the flimsy dress the goddess had put on her like she was playing dollies. Absolutely disgusting. "Very stupid question, but I don't hate it," the witch sighed, "no, I'm not okay. I know why she left my body. I can't sustain her anymore, and she left me alive with just enough juice so she could watch me die slowly. And painfully, since she dumped me with the fangers." Jadis pursed her lips, the dim light swallowing her silence. If she sat here, thinking about how miserable her life was until this point, she could almost laugh, but not this time. This time... she was fucking angry. Angry that her life had constantly been tossed about by hands that were not her own. And... sad. An almost gut-wrenching sadness that she couldn't comprehend, but knew it was the loss of what could have been. "Let's face it, Colin, I'm not making it out of here alive, but I have enough strength in me for one last fight, and I'm going to get you out." It was the reality of the situation. She wasn't strong enough to make it two steps out of whatever hellhole they were in after expending the last of her energy. Her voice cracked, and she was too tired to school her emotions. "Someone has to live– someone has to tell people what happened to me. Tell Fraser that I didn't abandon him, or tell my kids that I'm sorry I never turned out to be the mom that they had, and it's going to be you."

Colin peeled open his eyes slowly, a flicker of a singular fluorescent light peeking through. He couldn't remember how he ended up here, but he had three guesses who. That was a mistake on his part looking too long for Mikail, yet, he should have known it was already too late. He was supposed to be out of dodge by now as Isabel suggested, city in the rearview mirror, for his survival. The truth still remained, he couldn't survive without Mikki. Colin groaned loudly and shifted his body slightly, the cold brick still having an effect on him despite his abilities. "Fuck." Everything hurt, every muscle ached, but something on his neck...the witch raised a hand and pressed his palm to the flesh before groaning again when his fingertips smoothed over bite marks. Henrik. Asshole. "Goddamn vampires." His gaze shifted to the bars on his cell as he mumbled, taking in the space he was unceremoniously thrown into. It was then he noticed across the aisle, a familiar mop of blond hair drew his attention. "Jadis? Hey, hey, hey, Jade." Colin crawled toward his cell's entrance and sat down, "If that's you in there, say something only Jade would say."

Jade felt it the moment the goddess bitch left her body. Like she was nothing more than a puppet, limp and useless the moment the goddess's hand was off her strings. The room was spinning even with her eyes closed, and it took everything in her just to be able to lick at her dried and cracked lips. The witch didn't even know where she was, just that it was so... cold and damp, a tinge of must in the air. Some sort of dungeon, she'd seen plenty of those in her life to know. She winced the moment she heard loud grating noises from somewhere in the room, every decibel bouncing in her skull painfully– then there was blessed silence. Until a voice broke through the fog, muffled at first. Jadis groaned in response after a time, turning towards the noise, her eyes opening blearily, trying to focus on who was being so loud. Finally, the dim lighting swam into focus, her squinted gaze finally clearing slightly to see that it was Colin. She scoffed. She would have rolled her eyes if the mere movement didn't cause agony. "Rosewood, do you have to be so loud?" Jade griped, hands moving to cover her ears clumsily to the point where she smacked herself in the face. It was like she didn't have control over her faculties. That bitch goddess really did suck everything out of her and leave barely a functioning husk in her wake. Over the next few minutes, she managed to pull herself up using the bars, weaving her arms around them in order to stay upright. "Where the hell are we?" she managed to ask through labored breaths, "I... I don't remember a goddamn thing."