I would never

Enn

He didn't think this would surprise him. Of course his action had been stupid, impulsive, something he would try to beat out of himself later in life, had he made it to later in life. 
Instead he was put down like a rabid dog. 

The last eye contact between them only showed fury on Enn's face, but a resigned one. He wasn't going to survive his own anger, a torture slowly inflicted, and the knight would be putting him out of his misery.
Death was what he deserved.

The scream was halfway on his lips when he suddenly woke up, pushing himself off of the ground. Enn was breathing as if he'd been running from something, his shirt clinging wetly to his chest. His mind was still playing catch up- where was he? This wasn't Siregal, he wasn't dead, nor had a knight killed him-
His eyes turned to Destry, asleep but stirring next to him, also on the ground. They were surrounded by a thick mist, and absolute silence. 

A million curses were on his lips, but Enn felt his throat almost swollen shut. Had he been screaming? And why did the sight of Destry not make him feel any kind of relief?
"Are you-" his throat croaked, and Enn let out a small cough, "- are you awake?" 

Destry

The sounds of the real world filtered in through his helm and Destry seemed to slowly rouse, but then started suddenly and sat up. He stared through his visor at Enn silently, a shaking hand raised to his helm and pushed his visor back.

Destry had been crying, his eyes were red and glassy and his face was wet with still hot tears. He seemed to want to say something, but nothing came. His magic did not even seem to be able to express itself in that moment, and everything was too silent.

Enn

Something about seeing Destry's arm shake like that pulled Enn out of his own daze. His dreams could wait, whatever that had been could wait. Destry hadn't killed him, that'd been a dream, and his dad hadn't been near- and, his thoughts sped up again, his anxiety only worsening with the memories.
Instead of dwelling, Enn kneeled, turning to Destry to gently take his helmet off, putting it on the ground before embracing him. The rest of his armor was still sharp against his clothes, but his arms rested around Destry's neck. 

He didn't know what to say, so he didn't say anything.

Destry

Confused and a little frightened, Destry tried to stop Enn from approaching him at first, but it was a half bothered attempt and he made no other fuss.

Gently, as if afraid to even touch Enn, Destry put an arm around him in return. “I’m so sorry…” Destry whispered as he turned his head into Enn’s shoulder, “I would never… Never. I’m sorry.”

Enn

"I know. And I wouldn't, either." He HAD been stabbing Destry with a knife, of all things, in the same dream. "I'm sorry too."
He didn't dare to relax all the same. His body was on high alert, the emotions still rippling through him. But fading now, with Destry's breath on his shoulder, and his own hands in the knight's hair. That was real, grounding. But his eyes were wide open as he looked at the familiar mist surrounding them. 

"That wasn't normal." Enn reassured, words for both of them. But what was, was unclear. "We shouldn't stay here."

Destry

Destry nodded in agreement as he let Enn go and pulled himself up. He gritted his teeth in pain and put a hand to his shoulder, pausing a moment in confusion as he tried to remember why it was hurting. He hadn’t pulled that out of the dream, had he…? No… No it was a real wound, from his joust. Destry pulled his undershirt from beneath his armour to wipe the tears from his face before looking to Enn again.

“What is going on?” He asked, as if Enn had all the answers, “We can’t just leave, what if other people need our help?” He looked around them, it seemed most had already fled.

Enn

Enn too stood up, immediately grabbing onto Destry before near-collapsing again. His leg was murdering him, as if he'd forgotten he had that pain to drag around with him. Where'd the cane gone? 

"Oof. Uhm, I don't know." He had.. He had a calculated guess. "I think someone corrupted." If any of his dreams had been based on reality, and few certainly were, then the woman he met might've had a point. And if true, then there were certain other horrible realities he really couldn't linger on right now. 

What if other people need our help?
Oh, Enn dreaded the knight part of Destry. As his eyes finally landed on the cane, he grabbed it, briefly dusting it off before putting his entire weight on it. "Yes, sure, you don't think we're hurt enough? Let's find out what is going on before we kill ourselves being heroes." Was that awful and selfish? Absolutely. Did he care? Even less.
Enn's attention turned to the ring he was wearing, thoughts with everyone he'd met today who would also be stuck here. They were far more valuable to him than strangers. "Maybe Ioeth is able to hear me." The shorter man muttered, almost more to himself. "They might know."

Destry

“Are you alright?” Destry asked in concern as he briefly caught Enn by the elbow to help steady him while he got his cane out and seemed to steady. 

Destry frowned. He wasn’t sure who the people Enn mentioned were, and he knew his responsibility was to the Order first and foremost. But he was also exhausted, confused, and had little care in him at that point to argue much. 

“What do you suggest we do?” Destry asked, still frowning, clearly unhappy about the situation.

Enn

"We leave." His eyes looked for Destry's, worried the other man would decide to leave his side now. "Head to Faline. I would love to make sure everyone is safe first, but I have to be realistic. You, too." Neither of them was in great shape. Sure, Destry had only gotten impaled, he was still fit to run a marathon. Enn had barely stood for a little too long and felt like he was on fire. 

"I can, look, if they're alright, my friend Ioeth can hear me. They might be able to help. But first, Destry, will you come with? I meant what I said before." Enn grabbed the hand that'd been on his elbow, "I could've left earlier today, but I stayed in part because I- because, I don't really want to leave you behind yet." Enn admitted. He didn't want to word it in too big a way. That would just give him the wrong idea. But making friends was difficult. He, selfishly, wanted to keep Destry.

Destry

Destry was in two minds - or perhaps it was several. His mind reeled at the strange things he had dreamt. A calling, beckoning to find his sister, whom he had thought dead or estranged all these years. Perhaps Destiny was pulling at his threads... She had said something about that. In his dream. Had it been a dream? He wondered.

"Fine, but," Destry's gaze was set firmly on Enn, he hadn't yet put his helm on so his disgruntled frown and kicked-puppy face was in full view, "I have to get my horse first. I won't leave without her."

Enn

Oh.Well, he hadn't expected it to go so easy. "Your horse?" Destry had a horse? Well of course he did, that only made sense. "Of course, yes, any idea where to go to find her?" He couldn't find it in himself to be worried about Yrael running into them. What was she going to do?? There was more important stuff going on than Enn breaching containment.

And he simply wasn't thinking about it.

His mind was racing, did he just find out who his father was? Did he meet a sibling? Had Ioeth shared his dream- were they okay? Harrow should be somewhere too, and Azcasu. This whole thing was a disaster, and he had to pick his battles.
And then pick less battles.

What he really wanted was to crawl away somewhere, preferably while knowing everyone he cared about was safe.
Which wasn't realistic.

Talking to the ring felt odd. Stupid, even. But what did it matter? "Ioeth," Enn exhaled, hand on his chest, "if you can hear me, we are near the medical tents of the Order. Everyone seems to be asleep. I have no idea what is going on."