it catches him off guard. there’s no counting the times he’s plotted on ways to end her life now that he’s seen what she’s taken up here. dread feels betrayed , like she’s become some traitor joining the vault-keeper’s side to keep these people safe. something inside of him scolds him , tells him that this is his fault for ever leaving in the first place - but he was left without a choice. the day it happened wanders around in his mind helplessly.
he’d been crushed between volcanic rock shot from the peak of hell itself , had his left arm torn from body and only hanging on by a few wires and gnarled steel. he didn’t feel it - he didn’t feel anything , ever , but something warned him to leave upon escaping. so , that’s what dread did. he fled the scene as if something scared him away - and came back a vulnerable man.
eyes shift from the table top in this small cafeteria area and up to her face. someone must’ve hinted about who he is , betrayed that trust once again and snitched to the enemy that he was back. brows furrow , lips turning to a frown while face begins to burn beneath skin , “ no. ”