Havardur drops the two at the prison, safe in the place they had just came out of. The prison had been fixed. Lilura, when dumped, crumpled to the floor, not expecting the floor to suddenly rush up to meet her. "I'm okay." She says, getting to her feet quickly again.

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Casey only stumbled. He spoke now. "Why?" He asked, his voice husky. "Why didn't you run? That would've bought you time to find and remove the tracker, find a guy, or girl, you care about, get married, had kids...You could've led a normal life. Why didn't you run?" He asked again.

"So you're saying that anytime someone I care about is threatened I should run and let them go through this alone? No way! I couldn't leave you... You're my friend." Lilura says, confusion written on her face. "Isn't that what friends do?"

"You're right, friends don't let their friends get hurt. That why you should've ran and had a normal life, not being hunted down instead of staying. I'm sure you prefer a cage to a normal life," he said, the last comment dripping with sarcasm

"I'm sorry I didn't run. But I don't know where I would have run." Lilura says, backing away from him.

"Anywhere! Anywhere as long as it was away, and now you're stuck here, just waiting for your impending doom."

"I'm sorry." Lilura repeats over and over again . She shrinks back against the wall.

"It's fine," he sighed. "I just hate being the reason someone lost a life they could've had."

"It's not your fault. If anything, it would be mine. I started the fire to cook the hotdogs." Lilura says with a sigh, drawing her knees up to her chest. "I should have known it would draw attention to us." She wraps her arms around her legs and rests her head on her knees. " I'm sorry. "

"It wasn't your fault, trust me."