-You see, Enyo cannot break herself free, but given the right amount of power, she can free me. I would like to see that glittering poofball of a fallen Arc deal with me without these bars!- Bast explained as Enyo beckoned them closer.
“I…I know some of where Enyo’s power comes from,” Morpheus said, hesistantly, “just how much blood is it going to take?”
Enyo glanced at Bast and their communication took place again; Bast didn’t reply and sat instead in silence.
“That bad, huh?” Alyxa murmured, “well…if it’s going to take that much blood you might as well kill me and be done with it. If I stay here any longer I’m going to lose it all anyways.”
Morpheus tightened his grip on her.
“Don’t be ridiculous,” he snapped.
-She’s making you more human isn’t she?- Bast observed, looking up from her paws, -if you had spent less time in the real world you’d have agreed that her sacrifice would have been the most pragmatic option, were it a viable option to start with.-
“What do you mean?”
Enyo gestured shortly, her sweet smile aimed somewhere between Bast and Morpheus.
-Alyxa’s blood is here because she was sent here, against her will. As a result any sacrifice she makes is against her will.-
“Do you have any idea how illogical that sounds?” the Dream-King demanded and Alyxa rolled her eyes.
“Oh, pretty,” she whispered, realizing that there were bright blues and reds glimmering on the high ceiling.
-She’s not herself,- Bast pointed out, -how can you expect her to make a decision she would make otherwise?-
Morpheus slumped his shoulders.
“Then what? There are no other mortals here with blood to give.”
Enyo laughed then, and it was an eerie laugh bereft of amusement, soundless, cold and yet… lonely.
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