When the girl mentioned medical supplies, Euclid halted, staring down at his lightly cut arms. Busting through the window did scratch him up a little, and he was surprised that the damage wasn't greater than it had been. No matter - getting bandaged up was his top priority over everything else at this point. Turning back, he looked at the two that stood at the end of the tunnel, his pursuit of the shadow quelled for now.

"Alright," he replied, his somewhat deep voice echoing off the walls of the tunnel as he made his way back to them. "Lead the way."

[i]Even the benevolent can't be trusted.[/i]

He leaned up against the wall, tired and weak, waiting for them to lead him to some type of medical facility. Given his current location, he had no idea where to go, or where he could even start for that matter.

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"He's pathetic," spoke the shadow, the familiar grin of illuminating white passing over its face as its voice carried dual tones. The young man placed the locket on the railing, continuing to stare out over the sea.

"You don't know him like I do," he replied, giving a small but gentle smile. "Give him time; you'll see."

"I'm not here to help him," retorted the shadow. "Just to make him fall in the end."