Episode Four, Part 4:
Imitate

In speaking to Sol, Wynn had found a sense of ease; some sort of middle ground. He hoped it would prompt her to help him in soon finding out what happened to his family, but there were still things that Sol needed answering before she would exchange her help. Especially with the Decider of the Sovereigns forthcoming, she didn't want to equalise her power with anyone.

"Can you tell me how you survived? 14 years underground is a long time, Wynn. You must have had some communication with someone above, someone to stock you with food and equipment."

Wynn shook his head, a part of him almost offended by her assumption. "We didn't," his words were sharp. "There was no one else. We thought we were all that's left."

"Left of what?"

"The world..."

Sol sat up, half surprised, half amused by his statement. It was only when she saw the expression on Wynn's face that she realized he was serious. 

"Don't look at me like that. There were plenty of people still alive when you went into the Bunker. Mass decreases in the population only occurred around 10 years ago. Unless to prove my point that someone was in communication with someone above - someone to tell you that everyone was dying. You wouldn't have known anything about that."

"From what I was told, it was fair to assume that things were headed that way," Wynn argued. "People were either dying either because a lot of people were getting sick, or because they were killing each other. My father said it only elevated the war's forthcoming. That's why a lot of people went into hiding; if you weren't by the war, you'd be killed by someone you know." 

"If you want my advice, it's that you shouldn't talk about the war around here," Sol said, suddenly sounding sharp and rather guarded. 

"What? Why?" Wynn pulled away, eyeing her cautiously, unsure what to think about the situation. He knew he should have listened to her, but there were still parts of him demanding to contrast her. "The war is-" 

Sol launched across, covering Wynnlow's mouth with her hand. She scanned the surrounding area, looking out through the fencing of Basilisk, anxious of someone a witness to their conversation.

After a few moments struggle, Wynn finally shoved Sol away from him. It was impossible to determine who was the most infuriated.

"It's like you're begging to get yourself outcasted," she spat, anger soaking her words as she paced around.

"I-"

"You'll end up in trouble," she warned him. "Then who will be the one to find your family?"

"Don't you think you're overreacting just a little bit, Sovereign?" His tone was still playful, still an amusement in irritating her, but he knew he couldn't push her too far. 

Sol glared at him, a fire burning inside her at his words. She was exhausted of him. Without knowing what else to say, she walked over until she was standing right in front of his face.

Wynn smirked down at her, waiting for whatever punch was coming his way, all the while certain that she would be regretting all the training she had given him. Instead, Sol grabbed onto his wrist and held his hand up in front of his eyes.

"See this? You're in debt to me. And guess what? That gives me power over you. Not to mention I'm about to be a Sovereign: I'll have power over everyone. I could banish you from Basilisk right now-"

"Do it."

Sol blinked, suddenly stumped by Wynn's response. "What?"

He held his smirk, pleased that he had got his desired response. "Do it," he repeated, folding his arms over his chest.

She continued to glare at him, debating her words and wondering how she would win their fight. Rolling her eyes, she turned away, still pacing around at a more controlled pace. "You're not worth it."

Wynn hadn't expected that. In result, a sort of rejection fizzled in his chest.

"Not that it matters anymore because the war is clearly over, but I don't understand why you don't want to talk about it? Or why I'm not allowed? I'm not exactly caught up with world events. Is it because you're afraid of it? I thought you were supposed to be tougher than that."  

Sol had, had enough. Wynn was naive and tempting and already knew how to push all of her buttons.

"You don't know a thing about being tough. You're irrational and hot-headed, and you wouldn't survive a day without me. Mention the war again and I won't hesitate to banish you and your family from Basilisk. I'll see you for shooting tomorrow, at eight sharp, same place as yesterday. But I promise you... Disrespect me again, and you'll end up begging for your life." 

Four // Part Four
You're in debt to me.

18/08/22.