[Ishu]

December 5th, Chicago. Sewer #17.

Amante scoffed at her, "Right. Your mission was to make us believe you wanted to be a part of us- a part of a team. The illusion makes you a traitor because anyone could have believed what you told us was the truth." Amante huffed, "you're just a liar." His chest started to burn and shadows pulled at him. He kicked at them and let go of the pipe when she crushed his hand under her foot.

He managed to flip on his way down, landing on his feet. But it wasn't enough. He yelped out in pain and collapsed onto his side. A piece of bone stuck out from his ankle and foreleg, the other likely just as bad off. He leaned onto his elbows and watched her come down infront of him, taking hi hand after he lay on his side and readying the injection. "So is this what you wanted? A life, alone, without anyone to care about you?" He huffed in a way that could lead her to believe he understood her, because he did.

"what is your mission, anyway? Kill Elek? Aiolia? Rat out the location?" He flexed his arm so she could get a vein, one blue wavy line popping up almost instantly. "Or are you just doing this for fun? Fucking with peoples lives like it's some kind of fucked up game?" He wanted to hear her tell him he was wrong and that none of it was her mission, or that she at least had a change of heart. but then he thought none of that mattered.

"The graveyard you went to... who did you visit?" He looked at her, stared at her face and into her eyes as the poison barraded his system and worked to shut down his body, but he was able to fight it just a little bit.