Lise stared at...Tertius. More like Tetris.

Isiea still stays silent.

It was almost scary how much he resembled Ash. His eyes were gunmetal-gray instead of silver, and the scar made him look older, but he had that same intense, honorable face.

" Why do you look like Ash, Tetris? "

Isiea just ignores that, thinking about ways to get out of this.

He only turned and walked away without looking back.

In the flickering darkness of the tunnel, it was all to easy to hear Ash's raspy breathing, the shift of gravel as he sank into a sitting position.

Maybe Isiea will be able to use her glamour somehow?

She considers this, and attempts it.

" Fine. " She turned to where she heard Ash.

Nothing. Except for a flicker of raw determination from Ash, there were no emotions to draw from, no hopes or dreams or anything. Everything here was dead, devoid of life, passionless. The iron fey were too machinelike--cold, logical, and calculating--and their world reflected that.

Ash was just sitting there

She moved her wrists against her chains.