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Bran Wilder {The Phantom} (lemortvivant) wrote in bellumlogs,

Bran kept his hands over the scarred side of his face, but his gaze was alert and sharp. He didn't recognize one of the women, who seemed to think this was a dream, but he recognized the others. Ella was down in the pit, but even from a distance he could practically feel her wariness. As if it couldn't get any worse, Lotte was close enough to recognize him... and see the plaque on the wall. Keeping his head turned to the side and his body curled in on itself defensively, he managed to read it out of the corner of his eye.

Well, now his secret was out. Fucking perfect. Lotte would never get anywhere near him now, and some way or another Ella would find out his name and apartment number and send her Beast after him. This wasn't supposed to happen, not yet, but once he got the hell out of here he had to run. Hide first, maybe, but eventually run. He wasn't going to die at the hands of an angry mob of hypocrites. "It doesn't matter," he responded after a lengthy pause, his tone bitter. "Not now. It happened too long ago for that."

Bran turned his attention to Ella, his uncovered eye fixed on her unblinkingly. "I'm not going to hurt her," he called, backing away towards the wall as he spoke. Plaque or no plaque, there had to be a way out.