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He'd done what he had to, though. He'd protected Garovel. And their allies.

If the Man of Crows and his reaper hadn't wanted to die, then the motherfuckers shouldn't have been trying to kill them.

Pretty simple.

Still strange, however. Despite how much death and destruction he'd seen, this sense of permanence still felt weird to him. Servants could come back from so many things. Even the bloodiest and most gruesome of fights often didn't carry much sense of finality to them.

Perhaps Garovel had some idea of all the different thoughts that were going through his head right now, because the reaper wasn't saying anything. He was giving him time to think, seemingly.

Still on his back, Hector decided to break the silence with a question. "...What happened to Bloodeye?"

'Still alive, unfortunately. He escaped.'

Hmm.

'Which means the rest of Abolish will know that Abbas found allies near the Lorent-Callum border.'

"Shit. You think they'll be able to identify us?"

'Well, it's a bit of a toss up at this point. None of our reapers recognized Bloodeye's soul, so our individual identities might still be safe--at least until any of us run into him again. But then again... you've gotten kinda famous lately. And your armor is pretty distinctive. I wouldn't be terribly surprised if they figured out who you were.'

"Fuck..."

'Plus, some of them probably know that you were at Dunehall. With Ivan. Which is another matter, by the way.'

Hector hadn't forgotten. He'd been hoping to talk to Abbas about that very subject as soon as possible, in fact. "Just tell me that Ivan isn't free."

'He's not free.'

Hector opened his eyes and turned to look at the reaper. "Wait, really? He's not?"

'As far as Abbas knows, at least, a small group of Sandlords managed to escape from the Golden Fort with Ivan's frozen head before Abolish showed up to sack it. There's no telling where it is right now, though.'