#xforest

It had been quiet for sometime. In the place Sugaru held him. Still unable to move, bound by some invisible force, Hugo had the creeping fear that this might just be his end. He had steeled himself for so many hours. Form folded forward over a small table, hands bound underneath. He could feel his fingers twitch--all of them. A phantom presence, because he saw and felt when his families great nemesis sliced knuckle from bone. And heard him laugh.

He could only wait. That sort of hopelessness and defeat reminded Hugo of the past he abandoned a decade before. He needed to be released, yet lacked the resolve to try. Right now, he was just surviving.

The change was sudden. That weight holding his form lifted and something akin to fresh air washed over. Hugo turned his head, stiff, yet at once... free. Sweating, flaked with blood from his fresh wounds, Hugo took the chance. Got up, stumbled first, but then ran. His escape was a near blur of hallways, turns. When he came to the door he put all his weight in shoulder first. Appearing on the other side.

A group, a headless body, and the scent of battle struck him immediately. He stood, confused for a half-second. His tired eyes scanned until he could recognize one face. Believable as this would be tomorrow, Hugo could hardly fathom the luck, fortune, and blessing it was to see Forest standing there now. Among the small troop. Not even the satisfaction of finding Sugaru's felled body could steer him away from the sun itself. The capable son of Amaterasu.

He obviously had no speech prepared, everything had gone to shit. His throat immediately tightened. Sore before, but worse as emotion took him. A deep breath released as he tried to come toward Forest. "Y... Yu-Jun." In such a state, English was entirely foreign to him. He spoke in his native tongue, Hangugeo. "... Naega neoege galge." I will come to you. Despite his attempt to comfort, seem strong as usual, he frustratingly found himself stuck to the spot.