He had no idea how much time he had left until her patients ran out and came after him again. He knew that they both knew that he wasn't going to ever leave the rings; she just hoped to do so because of his marks, and he wished not to kill him.
He hasn't left his zones in a while, making Azel travel to the First Ring, but not near enough for the Sun to affect her, to get light, so that there were no shadows around them to say if he had left or not.
Of course, she could just ask the shadows outside if they had seen him leave.
He was nervous, that's why he had done it. He knew that it wouldn't help that much; it just made him feel better, safer.
"So... what now?"
Azel asked curiously, seated on top of a table, wiggling her legs in the air. She had always been childish, and yet, how has she been able to convince more than half of a population that lived a so-called perfect life, where every day was the same for everyone?
A true paradise.
And yet she was able to wake them up.
