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And that was it. Boosfer got away. Through the very same escape tunnel he made Flame dig for him. Did he know this was gonna happen? Does it even matter?
Flame was seething, all of this work for what? He went back through the portal in silence. Aching all over, his legs deemed chasing after Boosfer isnt worth it.
The deepslate tunnel made him sick. Everything thats just happened was so much.
Stale underground air didnt help the dreadful feeling and it was just so cold down here. The nether portals noise felt mocking. Backing out from a chase once again. This went so much more terribly than he expected.
Too focused on his own thoughts, Flame didnt hear the additional set of footsteps behind him, honestly he almost forgot the invisible player was even here
"Asshole got away" The godawful voicechanger rang out behind him, ripping Flame out his thoughts. He also sounded pissed
"Should've just left him to die earlier" Flame sighed
"You didn't know" They waved their hand dismissively "But it was still pretty stupid of you to believe Boosfer out of all people"
If he hears that one more time he might burst a blood vessel. His grip on his sword grew stronger and his ears shot back. "Well I know that now"
Couldn't bother adding anything onto that, hes had enough fighting for today. They must've got the hint and decided not to drag this any further.
The tunnel stretched on for what felt like forever, the atmosphere still tense. Altough this wasnt really a loss, the guy didnt even fight back, it still felt like it. All of what just happened for no outcome.
Boosfer didnt even give Flame an actual answer. And yeah, Wemmbu was relieved but she also felt pity for him.
Dealing with that guy is such a pain, honestly they didnt even take him for someone that would get scammed by anyone. Guess they've got a lot to learn about him. And maybe they will, though they try not to think about that.
Thankfully traversing the tunnel this time around wasn't as annoying, definitely still unpleasant but at least it wasnt annoying.
This time it was also pretty awkward. When they were chasing after him they both gave out comms, exchanged some words. Now they were silent, only the sound of their footsteps and heavy armour clinking could be heard.
For a moment she thought how they worked together pretty well, she immediately pushed that down.
Theres more important things to think about. And they've got a question on their mind, gotta build up to ask it. A good distraction from thought.
"Do you think you got what you wanted?" She started, stopping the silence
"Best case scenario, yeah. And man, his ass better not have lied to me" Flame was angry still. He doesnt know what he'd do if this was a false lead.
Genuinely curious, she continued to ask "You gonna investigate Clown then?"
"I dont really have anything else to go off of, so I kinda have to" He doesn't, but he doesn't know what else to do. All Flame knows is that he has to find Wemmbu.
They both stayed silent for a moment.
The question was gnawing at her, she figures she knows the answer. But does she wanna hear it?
"Why uh- Why bother though, I thought you two were enemies?"
"Enemies?" He echoes, confused as to what made that impression "I mean, I dont like the guy but Clowns-"
"Not Clown." They interrupt "Wemmbu. I thought you'd like,, I dunno, want him dead" It feels weird to say
"Well- Does it matter? I mean, we're Rivals." Of course he would but would he really but something stops him from adding that "Eitherway, I know they're not"
That takes them by suprise. They want to ask how can he be so sure of that, and why he didnt give them a straight up yes, but they settle on a different question. "So.. why are you searching for them?" Genuinely curious about the answer, though they think they might already know "Is it for like,, revenge?" And for a second Flame doesn't know how to answer that, it's pretty obvious it's for revenge, he doesn't know why they'd ask. But.. the fact they asked also worries him. Even more so the length it takes for him to answer.
"Yeah"
Is all he says. It's not like whatever other answer he could make up would matter to some random invisible player he just met.
They walked the rest of the way out in silence.
And the silence was nauseating.
The climb up from bedrock level to where Flames base was, wasn't much better. But thankfully this was finally over and Flame would be able to spend the rest of the day in peace.
"Sorry for attacking you, by the way. No hard feelings, you just got caught in the mess by association." The invisible player piped up
"Its whatever, I'm used to stuff like this." People attacking him out of nowhere for seemingly no good reason was almost a daily occurence at this point. Always has been. "Also you did already say that." He shortly added
He was relieved they were finally out of that stupid tunnel. And quite frankly did not care about getting involved in their fights, he really only cares about Boosfer using him and then getting away. This dude was so damn annoying.
"Still, just wanted to say sorry." Somehow he could make out the gentleness of their tone, despite the harsh voicechanger.
A polite gesture. They really have no reason to be hostile towards Flame right now.
The air out here felt a lot lighter. The dread hasnt disappeared.
As they exited out to the main room of Flames base, he realized the ridiculous room Boosfer built for himself was still here. He'll take care of it later, but now? He needs to get that out of his sight, so he blocks it up with the abundance of cobbled deepslate he's gathered.
Wemmbu stands back staring at him, they don't really know what to do now, and as they stated before— they kinda pity the guy. So maybe they did know whats gonna be their next course of action.
You may ask, when getting the chance of a fresh start, why is getting closer to him the first thing they try to do? They'd tell you that's irrelevant.
"Can I like,, try and make this up to you or something?" She asked hesitantly.
Flame pauses his action of placing the last block, and turns his head to face her, eyebrow raised. Maybe that was stupid to say.
"Uh huh,, and how exactly are you planning on doing that?" He tilts his head. He feels it's not gonna be anything good.
To them, at least its not a 'fuck off and die'
She doesn't know exactly why the thought occurs, it's a ridiculous idea and she doubts it would even work, but she blurts it out anyway. Not really trying to stop it.
"I could patch you up" They gesture around to the plethora of fresh, some still bleeding, cuts and slashes over his body "Seems like you need it"
And Flame full on scoffs at them. This really was stupid.
"I don't need to have someone else do that for me. Do you think I'm some poor little chungus that needs taking care of" He spits, tensing up and pinning his ears back
He doesn't like the feeling of being seen as weak, and he sure as hell doesn't wanna be vulnerable around someone he's just met. What kind of question even was that?
"No bro that is just so far off from what I meant. You just- I dunno, seem pretty exhausted" They rushed to defend their offer, and probably well being. Pissing Flame off further was not their intention.
Somehow that seems to have him intrigued enough to not look like hes gonna try to beat their ass. But to not seem too intrigued he starts taking down some of the banners that were left around the base.
"That was a 1 v however the hell many people were in that army" She continues "So surely, you are. No?"
"Maybe" He rips a banner off the wall, not caring to face them "but not to an incapable-of-doing-anything level"
"Just let me do this for you bro" They don't know why they keep insisting
"I'd much rather you make this up to me by leaving me alone" He tears down another banner
"Please?"
Now, you'd never catch Wemmbu dead saying 'please', especially over something like this. But she's not Wemmbu right now, so they can indulge a little.
It gets them a very overdramatic groan as Flame throws the last banner down and chucks everything hes gathered into a random corner.
Now standing right in front of them, he finally asks "Will that make you fuck off faster?"
They nod
And that simple gesture makes him give in to this ridiculous idea of theirs.
The word really does wonders, and they decide to believe that that's what did it. Not the fact that they're being incredibly annoying.
"Whatever. But I'm not gonna be without armour on my own" He crossed his arms and looked at them expectantly
"Fine by me" A bit anxiety inducing to be around an S tier pvper, who's known for being short tempted, without any armour on, but it's a fair request.
Besides, he'll have less armour on than they will. So maybe it won't be that bad.
They start taking off their chestplate, before pausing to ask "I'll keep my helmet and gauntlets for visibility sake, that alright with you?"
A mumbled "Sure" is all she gets. Good enough of an answer, and she continues taking off the rest of her armour while he waits.
Flames gotta be sure that as soon as he starts taking his off, they won't try to attack him. He knows his own strength, but thats not enough to let his guard down and just do something like this without thinking.
When theyre done, and it dawns on him that yes this is really what theyre doing right now, hes gotta complain some more.
"This is just so unnecessary, bro" He grumbles, setting aside his helmet "Youre acting as if I literally couldn't do this myself"
The way he's acting makes her want to laugh, she tries her best not to.
"There, there, you'll be fine" She pats him on the shoulder.
And that gets him to growl at them. This dude. Wemmbu decides to take the hint and steps back
Before taking off the rest of his armour, Flame goes up to one of his chests and takes out a bunch of supplies. He doesn't bother sorting them and just plops them down on a block next to his bed.
While the very visibly pissed off Flame takes off his armour, Wemmbu sorts through the stuff he placed down and arranges them to be easily picked up whenever necessary.
Feels like theyre preparing for surgery, its been a while since they took proper care of wounds. Usually whenever shes injured theres no time to get them all sorted, so she doesnt. But this times different, and her hands are shaking a little.
She slips her gloves off from under the gauntlets and goes to wash the blood and other filth off of her hands, cant be touching open cuts with dirty hands. That would definitely get them killed. She washes the gauntlets too, since theyre staying on
While she's near the water, she might aswell start boiling some too, taking a bucket and putting it on the stove nearby. Almost forgot that they also have to disinfect the wounds, maybe they're not the right person for this. But hey, their idea. Plus, they've committed to this too far already, cant back down now.
Flame sits down on his bed, tapping at the handle of the sword placed next to him. Which was definitely not an anxious tic, just a reminder.
Letting someone take care of your wounds sucked, let alone some random invis dude. He's really changed over the past few months, in the past even at just the slightest suggestion he let someone touch his freshly made wounds, he would've beaten their ass. Or, just not let them do so, depends who's asking. He doesn't want to depend on people to take care of him, can't stand the thought.
It makes him feel weak. And he's not weak. Hes spent too long trying to prove that.
He doesn't even know why this invis player insisted so much on 'helping' him, for all he knows this could just be some idiotic trick.
Listening to Boosfer was stupid enough, and now he's letting himself be armourless around a stranger thats tried to kill him multiple times now. Suppose they did say that theyre here for Boosfer, and Flame just got caught in the crossfire by working for him (and because Boosfer squatted at his base, this bum), but who knows, maybe theyre just lying.
At least they also took (most of) their armour off. Doesn't really change the fact that they could just gear up any second, hell they could even just stab him like this. It really doesn't help.
Wemmbu comes back over to where Flames sat, everythings prepared. They take a woollen pad in one hand and dunk it in the hot water, while they grab Flames arm with their free one.
"This'll hurt" A warning, just in case.
"I know" He's done this countless times.
They swipe the pad over one of the deeper cuts on Flames forearm, he doesn't react, his muscles only slightly contract out of instinct. They make sure to mind the sharper parts of the diamond covering the top of their hands, not wanting to injure their Rival any more.
She takes notice on the amount of now old and healed scars on his arm, usually deeper wounds that leave marks are healed with pots and gapples. She wonders if they're trophies. Reminders of the tougher battles hes won.
Flame shifted around a bit, making them halt their movement for a second before continuing to carefully wrap a bandage around his arm.
Maybe reminders of past mistakes like hers, though those werent their choice. Not like it matters anymore.
Flames not used to gentle touch, even more so from someone he doesnt even know. It makes his stomach churn, but eases the sting of his still fresh cuts. Really didnt expect the guy to go about this in such a way, acting as if they're gonna shatter the others arm with a single wrong move. Or maybe they're scared hes gonna beat their ass. Flames not sure.
Trying to distract himself he decides to face away from the other. Looking around his base for anything interesting to look at, he's glad he took those banners down, they were an eyesore. Though his base is way more bland now.
He turned his eyes back towards the player, they shed most of their armour but they still kept their.. veil? Flame assumed that's what it was meant to be, technically he could ask, but he thinks that'd be weird so he just opts not to.
The white mesh was stained dark red, must be horrid to clean it. Their helmet was covered by it, but still visible, the fabric was very thin. Underneath their visor their helmets bevor split in half, intentionally, it kinda resembled bug mandibles. Interesting thing to want to put on your helmet, but he wasn't gonna comment on it.
Technically he could just be imagining that.
Noticeably, the player also had something resembling of a crown around their veil. Probably to keep it in place. It was also netherite, just like their trims. Who the hell wears diamond with netherite trims? This player was so weird.
But he guessed he was also kinda weird for staring at them for so long. Good thing they couldnt tell, since only Flame's eyes were on the player, his face was slightly tilted to make it look like he was looking behind them. It'd be weirder if he was just full on staring at them, so he's just gonna pretend he's not.
Eitherway they were paying more attention to his arm rather than where he was looking.
They both sat in silence, this time not a sickening kind but still extremely awkward.
Neither of them really knew what they were doing, just a transitional moment inbetween more important plans.
Wemmbu didnt exactly know what her plan was, just knew she had to kill Boosfer no matter what. She finds herself without a plan quite often.
Gently he swipes over another cut, and repeats the process of dressing Flame's wound almost mechanically. He doesn't even know how many times he's done this. Its dreadful to think about, so he decides not to.
Flames base was a bit empty and bland, but its not bad. Very obviously a work in progress, can't blame him, he's a busy guy.
Doesn't help with the situation. Or the atmosphere. But they could manage.
Maybe one day they could see the finished thing.
Anxiety clings onto the both of them, the trace of the previous loss does too. Both feeling the same but in different ways.
After being done with the first arm, Wemmbu lets go of it and repots invis. It'd be pretty bad to go visible at this time.
She goes to repeat the process again, just with the other arm. Her moves are cautious, calculated, like she's doing something high risk. It definitely feels like it. They don't wanna hurt the other, though they don't know how they would.
The smell of iron held heavy in the air, a mix of both of their blood and the blood of the rest of Capital City's guard team. All of those people were dead, and they died in vain.
Speaking of.
"Uhm.. Sorry about your team by the way" Flames the first one to speak up and break the silence.
A nice gesture for a nice gesture, he doesn't owe it to them but might aswell.
It hasn't hit Wemmbu until now that those guards are gone. It leaves a bitter feeling lingering behind, it makes his guts twist.
He did tell those people to run, multiple times, so so many times. And it's not like he didn't warn them they could die, not like they didnt already know that.
Hes found himself caring more recently. It doesn't feel right.
"It's whatever, really" They choke out "Haven't worked with them long enough for it to matter" That's a lie, Flame won't know that, he doesn't need to know that.
The words of Salvationism rang in his head 'I dont wanna die like this' 'I have to kill Boosfer'. Void was she stubborn about that. Something deep within tells him, she was just as desperate as he once was. They tensed up.
"You did tell them to leave" Flame notes. Maybe he noticed that they did, maybe not. "Thats on them that they didnt" A twinge of irritation in his tone.
He dealt with people like that before
"I did" they agreed
Flame adjusted a bit before continuing the conversation.
"Why are you even invis all the time?" He tilted his head questioningly
They noticed he does that a lot, they think it's kinda cute, not out loud of course, just a back of their head kinda thought. Then they realize they're staring, and hopefully he thinks it's because they're thinking of an answer.
"Just wanted to stay anonymous I guess" Not entirely a lie, but vague enough
"Doesn't really seem like that's working out for you." Flame quips
He's smirking at them. Wemmbu lightly brushes their finger across one of his deeper slashes. She notices his claws come out for a second and his fist clenches around nothing, his smirk doesn't falter.
They sighed "I blame Boosfer for that, like this dude." They roll their eyes, their voicechanger straining "And he has the audacity to ask what he did to get haunted down"
"So he does know who you really are, huh?" Flame laughed
"Out of all people too, bro" Incredibly annoyed by the fact— their grip on the bandage they're holding tightens, though they wrap it with the same gentleness as all the other ones "Can't have shit on this server. Didn't want this ruined again, but it's like,, whatever." They let themself rant a little. But they don't wanna give away too much.
"Yeah, I get that honestly. You'd think someone like me would be left alone, but nah. I got people on my ass like all the time, so annoying" Flame rolls his eyes at the thought
"Exactly! And then you're in the wrong for being sick of their shit." She'd figure he'd get that. Still strange to hear it confirmed.
Flame hummed in acknowledgement, it wasn't often he found someone that even slightly understood that. His mind goes back to something the invis player added beforehand
"You said you :'didn't want this to get ruined again' , have you went anonymous like this before?" He didn't think he'd continue talking to them, really just wanted this to be over but this is significantly better than the silence
"Oh uh.." Altough the real answer wouldn't give away any hint that they're, well, themself— Wemmbu; they'd rather not risk it. Besides, its close enough of a truth "Yeah. I have"
They don't know why'd they care to not lie to him too much
"Why? This kinda seems like it sucks. You can't even properly defend yourself and you're constantly wasting resources on invis pots when you could be.. I dunno.. brewing more strength or something" He raises a brow, he doesn't understand why bother with all of this if it can just get ruined so easily
"Well,, this isn't really turning out like how I thought it would." They admitted "Would've been way easier and way different if it wasn't for dumbass Boosfer." mumbling the second part
"How did you think this was gonna turn out?" Flame pushed further
They stopped to think before answering
"More peaceful"
They didnt add anything more to that. They didnt want to either, so they just continued dressing the others wounds.
Not really knowing what to respond to that Flame settled for a simple "Guess thats fair"
And the two slipped back into silence, less uncomfortable than before.
He couldn't help but start thinking about how their conversation was so weirdly human. Actually, everything about this interaction was so.. out of the norm. This dude just tried to kill him and now they were talking like that didnt happen. They apologized too.
The feeling was still foreign to him, only a few people ever really treated him like a person. Always talked down to despite his reputation. Always treated like an idea rather than an actual someone. There was only really one person that he wasnt necessarily friendly with that made him feel this way. Flame clenched his fist
He wanted to find her. But it's not like he missed her.
If only he knew the person he was looking for was right infront of him.
After being done with wrapping up and disinfecting his arms, Wemmbu tugged at the other players shirt. A silent 'get this shit off'
Altough hesitant he did take it off, they were thankful they wouldn't have to awkwardly work around the ripped fabric.
Embarrassingly enough they stared, only a little. Maybe a lot. Never in a million years have they expected that but listen. Can't judge them for that.
He was well built, had more scars visible on his torso, two scars underneath his chest that stood out the most, one long slash on the heart and claw marks from the shoulder to his collarbone. They could also see fur coming from the backside of his neck to the sides, something they never noticed before because of his neck always being covered
Then they realize they need to lock the fuck in, as they desperately tried to ignore the warmth spreading on their face.
They are so thankful for him not being able to see them, and for the lack of Egg. Would never be able to live down blushing because of fucking Flamefrags.
Flame set his shirt aside, he hated this feeling of vulnerability and despite being in the mesa and he himself being netherborn, he felt cold.
He tried to ignore that.
A cut ran across his abdomen, thankfully whoever caused it didnt cut through enough muscle to cause any vital damage, nothing that had to be immediately taken care of. Though still better to stitch it up.
They crouched down infront of him as to not have to bend down uncomfortably reach it.
Wemmbu swiped over the injury with a new pad to disinfect it just like with the previous injuries, Flames skin underneath his fingers twitching at the touch.
They noticed how warm his skin is. If it weren't for the situation they were in, they probably would've ran their hands across it.
Theyre just gonna go ahead and ignore that thought, and prioritize their patient. Wemmbu began stitching up the cut.
With a quick glance he sees he'll have to do this a few more times, most of the wounds here are of the deeper kind. He's surprised at how close a lot of them are to being vital. Not expecting any of the guards to really do much damage.
Flame had a particularly deep scar just under his ribs, this time they ran just their fingers across it and the muscles underneath them spasmed at the touch, fingers getting coated in more of his blood. Patting the area underneath with their thumb they muttered an apology, then went onto disinfecting it like nothing. Having to switch from sutures to the woollen pad back and fourth everytime they got to a new wound.
And this time it was them that got sick of silence.
"Do you think the whole Clown thing is true?" They tilted their head up at him
He stayed silent for a bit, they let him
When they went to switch out their tools Flame stretched a bit, maybe not a great thing to do with fresh stitches, but whatever. Scolding people is Minutes job, not his.
"Not really. At least the part that Wemmbus dead, maybe Clown does know something" The answer came quicker than they expected. Flame huffed out "I wouldn't put it past Wemmbu to try to pick a fight with him"
Curious.
"What makes you say that?" They ask, not because they wouldn't do that but because they wanna know how he'd come to that conclusion.
"Clowns not all what people say he is, it's really mostly reputation. The dude is not that good" He snickers "Think they could've went to fight him for said reputation. Or just something along those lines"
He would know how good Clown really is, they worked together before. Or well, as together as they could've when working for the mafia.
Clown is a scary looking guy, he likes to make himself look bigger than he actually is. Both literally and figuratively, with those big ass wings of his. He really does look like some big bird at times, it's pretty funny. But that's pretty much all he's got going for him— at least thats what Flame thinks.
He adjusts himself again, it's not very comfortable sitting still in one spot for such a long time
And as much as hes right about Clown, and how they would've fought him— honestly wished they thought of that —they wouldn't quite do it for reputation, rather a rematch, but he's not too far off. They can't tell him that though.
Or maybe they can.
"You know, I heard those two actually fought before." She starts. Maybe she can pull this off without sounding suspicious "Maybe they'd come back to fight him for a rematch" Maybe she's a little bit paranoid
"That does sound very in character for her" He admits. A better speculation than his own, he leaves that part out
Wemmbu can't help but ask. "You don't think she would've lost, do you?"
And that proves to be a bad idea
"No"
Because they go back to silence again after that.
Something in her warms up at the statement though.
Stitching up the scars on his front takes her longer than it did patching up his arms, having to repot a couple times. Mostly took so long because they had to make sure they stitched him up carefully, properly. And they did. There were also just a lot of scars on him.
Now they could go onto the last area, his back. They made Flame sit at the foot of the bed while they got onto the bed and sat behind him. They re-potted one more time before examining for more injures.
And this time he gave into the urge and ran his hand down Flames back, from under the back of his neck down to his lower back. He had more fur on his back than his front, coming down from his neck to trailing and thinning between his shoulder blades, with another spot trailing down from his lower back to his tail.
He didn't have very many scars here, and the ones he did have were pretty shallow, so no need for stitches.
Flame tensed under the unexpected touch, his shoulders rising. There was no need for the player to do that, and he cant tell whether they wanted to pet him to mock him or if they just did that.
Wemmbu, noticing him tense gave him two quick pats on the side and took another woollen pad This time the other turned to look at them.
"What was that for??" The hound questioned, making them stop in their tracks
She didn't know how that answer that, blush spreading across her face. Maybe giving in was a stupid thing to do, she didnt realize she'd get questioned about it.
Nothing good came to mind, so they blurted out "Just checking"
A really, really stupid answer. Theyre definitely getting their ass beat.
Flame stayed quiet for a moment, mouth agape "Wh- Bro what?" His ears shot back
Hoping to salavage the situation Wemmbu grasped at anything to either confuse him to the point of forgetting he wants to beat their ass, or to maybe make him believe whatever theyre saying. Though the latter probably wont happen, it doesnt mean they cant try.
"Hey, I'm the medical professional here, dont question me" They waved the pad at him
He stared at her for a couple more seconds before turning back around, mumbling under his breath "You're so weird"
And they barely managed to stop themself from sighing in relief. Their stupid strategy seemingly working. Or maybe he wasnt gonna beat their ass in the first place.
"Rude" She snorts, and goes to dip the pad in the still somehow hot water "You're really hurting my feelings here, dude" She wasn't very good at pretending to sound sad.
They continued running the hot cloth over his wounds, both washing the blood away and killing any bacteria with the high temperature
"Hey this was your idea, you've got nothing to complain about" He reminded, and yeah, he was right
They scoffed
"I suppose so. But I've still been just so nice to you" She leans on him and fake pouts. Practically forgetting the previous awkwardness.
"Uh huh" He laughs and smacks them away. And yeah, maybe they were, but you wouldn't catch him dead admitting that.
It was a strange feeling, someone other than Lomedy treating him this way. It was weird getting used to the first time, even if Lomedy was generally just kind. It's even weirder now, when he's seen the player fight and be snarky.
But maybe he could get used to that too.
They laughed together as Wemmbu finished up taking care of any remaining wounds.
When they finally did finish, Flame hurriedly put his shirt back on and sighed from relief that he could finally get up from the bed. Bit dramatic they'd say, but they're also glad they're done.
Being finished does mean that he's gotta leave now, which he's not looking forward to. He doesn't know how he's gonna announce the deaths of the Capital City guards. Maybe he doesn't have to go back there in the first place.
Wemmbu could kill Boosfer on their own.
They could, but they didn't have to. And that gave them an idea.
"Soo.... You wanna kill Boosfer together?" She asks, very nonchalantly
He took a second to answer that "I don't do teams"
"It doesnt have to be a team.. Just,, an allyship"
"..Sure" Flame replies, bit of uncertainty in his voice
Was he ready to work with another person so soon? Not really. But killing Boosfer does sound pleasant, with or without an additional person
"Maybe working with you won't be so bad" He jokes "I still gotta talk to Clown first"
Right. Hes gotta find Wemmbu
"More important matters at hand, I see. Killing Boosfer can wait" They try to sound as confident in their statements as possible
They don't know if it can wait, or why they will wait nonetheless.
Both of them hoped they're making good decisions.
And so Wemmbu leaves, he doesnt know where he'll head to, but he can figure something out.
Flame just watches him from the doorway. He's got a lot to think about tonight. He retreats back into his base.