[@Silen Syanka]
David understood the situation was a special kind of desperate. Locked up by a mermaid princess who was everything except fit for her role. And with an injured seal. Was this his fate? To remain forever in a cavern? No, he knew that there was something more about him. He was the Fighter Prince. He wouldn't just surrender to something trivial as fate. But getting angry wouldn't solve anything either. He felt a little defeated. Being left in the hands of someone who's as incapable of Thalassa. But for some odd reason, he did not dare to lay eyes on her again. He grabbed his sword and unsheated it partly. So the tip is still within the hardened leather. but he could see the sharp edges of the blade. And the runes of the monk. The very runes summoning up a memory. A song.

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Where are we going
from here?
Where do we go?
Are we all blinded
by fear?
How do we know?
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He did not remember how he knew the song. Or who sang it in his memory. Instead he mumbled: "Where are we going...from here?" as if he wanted to sing the song. But couldn't. "Where do we go?"