Group C: Dylan, Amy, Lucien, Xandra, Lute"Get a hold of yourself!"Dylan turned his eyes towards Amy, shocked by her words. Why wouldn’t she just let him be? He wasn’t risking them, they were still free to go and fight or run of whatever it was they would choose to do. They could just leave him alone and then maybe it will all be over. Maybe he’d wake up back in Thaum, or back home in his bed, never having left at all. Or maybe he wouldn’t wake up at all...
“Get up! Come on! Don’t give up now!” the new one said - Lute was it? - and Dylan numbly let the man pull him up to his feet. He didn’t know why the man cared so much, but if they wanted him to run then he could do that. Lucy was pulling him along, dragging him along towards a tower that loomed in the distance.
It was just as eerie as the rest of the nightmare land, and Dylan wasn’t sure why they needed to go there, but just having a purpose broke something inside of him. The apathy that had been drowning him shattered, and he ran. He ran with everything he had in him, stopping only to help pull the others forward over debris when they stumbled.
Dylan did not speak a single word the entire way, but when Lucy nearly fell he caught the summoner and met his gaze. In that one glance he tried to show Lucy everything that he felt - his sorrow, his shame, and his regret - then he took the man by the arm and pulled him towards the Tower.
The Tower that might be their only salvation from the enemies on their heels.