take a bow, for those bad decisions we made

She was wondering when the other one would make an appearance.

Eden shut her eyes tight, refusing to tremble or cry or throw a fit. Like a pup Ignis had said, no sympathy for her situation. If he was in her proverbial shoes, he would fight back. He wouldn't cry about it. So that's what she did. Turning on the spot, she pivoted toward him with a fierceness learned. Greens blazed with defiance and sadness at the same time. This wasn't Ignis. This was something else entirely. A demon of his mind, but also part of him.

"Where would I go?" Eden spoke, narrowing her eyes at him "I have nowhere else to go" The Plunder was her home, and she was not going to let Ignis or his demon bully her into thinking otherwise "so you didn't die" she said after a beat, wishing he had. But that was just her hormones talking. She lowered her head but kept her eyes pinned on him all the same "I don't know whether to sing or cry." She finally admitted. Perhaps part of her wished to egg him on now.

He looked like he had crawled from the grave itself.

Her ears were pinned against her skull. "Come, then, I will clean your wounds." As a healer of the Plunder, as once-lovers, or as slave and master? She didn't know. She couldn't know. He kept himself so secluded from her prodding. It was impossible to know what he thought or felt. Eden invited him closer, not knowing what else to do.