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Cath Delaney (dian_cecht) wrote in inpoormerit,

That got a chuckle. "Good to know," he countered wryly. "Sounds like something my mother would have said."

Cathair frowned. "It may come to doing it anyway. All or nothing," he pointed out. "God only know what they've done to you. And right now, we don't know if anyone else was meddled with." Really, he preferred to be proactive. They'd already started whatever they were planning. Which meant the prisoners were running out of time to get out of here.

He sat down next to her, reaching out gently to pat her arm. He knew what she meant. There were many days when he wished he'd listened to his father and even later, his grandfather. Anyone who told him not to do what he did. But there was no use in bemoaning it now.

"Likely a good idea," he said. "Also can't hurt for everyone to pair up or gather in groups at night. Even if we can't stop what they're doing, facing this rot is easier if you're not alone."