Malroth should've known better.
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His instincts had always told him not to trust anyone -- not because he'd be hurt by them, but because they were nothing to him. But Viridia...
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She was different. She treated him like a person -- despite having lost his memories, he felt like that was novel, even before his amnesia. Lulu he was friendly with, certainly, but they only truly interacted while constructing a massive project or another.
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Really, the only reason he'd befriended Lulu at all was because he'd thought she was dead.
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Malroth had always had a fascination with the morbid.
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But here he was now, in jail. And somewhere out there, Viridia was doing who-knows-what. Probably using techniques they'd come up with together to mine marble to build a castle for the scumbag who'd ordered him to be locked up here in the first place.
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All that building, but she couldn't build a real relationship. He should have known better than to trust someone who smiled like an idiot.
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The world wasn't fair.
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There was a noise in the wall behind him. A very familiar, mallet-like noise.
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The world wasn't fair, but sometimes...
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"Well?" said Malroth. "Are you just going to stand and gawk, or are you busting me out of here?"
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Sometimes friendship could repair just a little of the world.
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In the tunnels Viridia had made, Malroth hatched a game plan.
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"The good news is that there's nobody guarding the cell itself, just the entrance," he said. "I didn't see a single person since they locked me in there. So it'll be some time before they notice I'm gone."
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Viridia soaked in his every word. God, it's as if she'd not seen him for years or something. Was he really locked up in there for long?
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"They didn't deliver me meals, making this the second prison I've been locked in without food in a row," noted Malroth. "But again, that also serves our advantage. We've got time to plan."