Inside of their mind, Vorden knelt down to the little one's still body. His form was slowly breathing, yes, but he wasn't even crying anymore. Unlike Vorden or Raten's souls, his was far more translucent than theirs, as if he had given up completely on existing.
"Hey, are you there?" Vorden carefully asked, grabbing his hand.
"…"
"See what I mean? We're wasting time," Raten scoffed.
Vorden chose to ignore him, and held both of the little one's hands. Even if he was barely responsive, Vorden still wanted to say something to him.
"Me and Raten are going to do our best to get us out of here. We're going to do everything in our power to not go to the temple tomorrow. You deserve to have a better life than this. It'll be dangerous, but if you're fine with us taking this risk on your behalf then just say the word."
He didn't say anything, not so much of a blink. It really did seem like Raten was right.
