#agent.cadmus

Kawi took a large gulp of the oxygen bottle as he tried to expel the dust and dirt from his lungs, the clear air for a moment setting his brain on fire, making stars dance in front of his sight. His injury was looked over generously, and the few agents he had joined on the way out were all looked after. He still found the fear and anxiety powerful at the back of his mind, still warning him of some further danger, after all, the dust was only just settling, there were more secrets and conclusions to be drawn, this wasn’t the end of it yet. 

Whenever a new face cleared the caves, the voices around him grew louder, for a short moment, relief, before everything quieted down again. He would look up, not add his voice to the crowd, his mind always coming back to reevaluating the mission. He retraced his steps, counted the people he’d seen, tried to find something new in the images that were still so clear in his mind. Only one face brought him out of his dreamlike state. He stood, ignoring the sharp pain that flashed through his neck as he did. Agent Cadmus had survived. 

It hadn’t been his intention to leave him behind, it just hadn’t been his intention to save him either. Even if the other was his crew, Kawi was aware of Desmond’s skills, and had decided the crew might be better off without him. He’d ignored the requests for help, he’d given Desmond up as a lost cause. Perhaps, he simply hadn’t thought him important enough to be saved.