Sigils watched the three fly out of the base. He closed his eyes and lowered his head. Sigils' shoulder was leaning against the wall on Henwy's balcony.

Snow was falling again. The land was coated in a thick layer of the white substance. The land that once raged with fire was silenced with snow.

At this point, Sigils had basically moved in with Henwy. He couldn't trust anyone, but he couldn't stand being alone.

Two heavily contradictory traits, and Sigils hated it.

"Sigils! Food is ready," Henwy called from inside.

"You sound like a dad," Sigils called back, standing straight and entering Henwy's castle.

"How else am I supposed to tell you that dinner is ready?" Henwy shot back, dryly.

Sigils snatched the bowl of soup from Henwy and returned to the balcony. He sat down and crossed his legs, gazing out at the black castle in the distance.

"You forgot a spoon," Henwy said, joining Sigils. The avian had his own food and an extra spoon for Sigils.

"Th-thanks," Sigils responded with a small smile.

"How are we going to fix this?" Henwy sighed in a defeated tone.

"I'm worried that we can't," Sigils replied.

"My bond with Jerome broke. I guess that means we are bonded now," Henwy glanced at Sigils. The shapeshifter was extremely focused on eating.

"I think I noticed," Sigils grumbled through a mouthful of soup.

"So what, are we just going to fight them or run?" Henwy whispered.

"I don't want to fight our friends," Sigils murmured.

"They won't agree to a compromise."

Sigils let out a shaky breath, "Henwy, what are we going to do?"

"Wait it out."

"And if they come for us?"

Henwy stared at him, the weight of so much pain in his gaze, "Then we fight. We fight for them."

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A/N: Hey, some insight to how Henwy and Sigils are dealing with everyone they love betraying them/dying (ooo foreshadowing). Also not me procrastinating no no no