END GAME: THE COUNTDOWN STARTS

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[the prisoners wake up on cold, hard floors.

the lights are bright, glaring, a sterile cell with sterile bars facing a sterile hall. the prisoners with you, across from you, and no one else. no rocking of a ship in waves, nothing. just the prisoner and their prison.

time passes, one assumes. the rhythmic click of Friday’s heels down the hall. it’s almost like the ticking of a clock.]

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[she doubts it. the same way she doubts either would even listen to her if it came down to it. but she understands for his sake, being helplessly stuck behind bars while those he loves risk their lives to rescue the love of his life... that he needs to hear it. she nods. appreciates that he still trusts her, despite her inability to ever prove that she deserved it.]

Of course I'd always come back for you, Skulduggery. But. We are the right people for the job. Darcy and Fio, they're so strong and capable. You raised them right.