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David watched them leave. The hallway had mysteriously emptied of all its previous occupants, and only after a minute of walking did he begin to see people again.

There were usually three Abolishers here at any given time, while the rest patrolled the city or attended to duties elsewhere. He sympathized with all the people who were not allowed to leave the castle. At least he could come and go from this madhouse as he pleased. More than once, he considered never returning, and even now, he wasn’t sure why he was still here. A smarter man would’ve fled by now, he felt. He’d always tried to be that smarter man, but this was something different. A sense of obligation, perhaps.

How Gabriel had managed to get involved with these maniacs in the first place, he didn’t know. Why Gabriel still seemed to think it was a good idea, he couldn’t even fathom. Surely by now, the man knew what a mistake he’d made. It had to be a façade. If not, then Gabriel was even more demented than he thought.

He completed the rest of the journey to Luther’s chambers. He knocked on the white door.

“Enter,” said Luther.

David found the man at his desk, overlooking an assortment of documents. A massive window with scarlet curtains sat behind him, providing a tremendous view of Lake Belgrant. The waters shimmered under the morning sun’s amber grasp.

Luther looked up at him. “Ah, David. I was meaning to speak with you.”

“Were you now? What about?”

“You first. You went to the trouble of coming to see me, after all.”

“It was no trouble at all. I had no great reason for coming here. I merely wished for a pleasant conversation.”

Luther paused, letting his gaze linger a moment. “I see. In that case, I wanted to ask your feelings on our current predicament.”

David allowed a smirk. “My feelings? Of what importance are they now?”