“I think I broke him.” A slender finger poked his cheek. His eyes remained open, and staring into the distance at nothing in particular.
“What did you expect? You fell on him from six stories up, Vye. It’s a wonder he’s only in shock and not dead.” The second voice was more mature than the first, which was musical and light, like a glass wind chime.
There was a scuffing of boots against the concrete, and the scattering of debris in the alley. Something nudged his shoulder, but he continued to lie there in shock. This would teach him to take a shortcut to work.
A disgusted noise sounded from above him. “Humans are so weak.” Then the boots retreated toward the entrance of the alley. “Let’s go.”
“We’re just going to leave him here, Gaiya?” The first one asked. This time the finger on his cheek turned his head toward the speaker.
Violet eyes with an alien, metallic sheen stared deep into him. He couldn’t see her hair, as it was covered by a white hood that came to a point over her forehead. Beyond her pale complexion and exotically beautiful face, the hilt of a sword poked over her left shoulder.
“What else would we do with such a useless creature?” Gaiya asked, scathing.
A wide, beatific smile spread over Vye’s face, revealing straight, dazzling white teeth. Even the abnormally sharp canines could not detract from the innocence of it, though it did send a zing of fear down his spine.
“This seems like an awful place to leave him, and it is our fault he’s in such a state.”
“Your fault,” Gaiya corrected her, but Vye continued.
“We need someone who knows the city, and Fate has seen fit to provide someone for us.”
Gaiya scoffed. “It’s doubtful Fate had anything to do with it. She was never so cruel as to saddle us with someone as hopeless as this.”
Still, Vye made no motion to leave, and Gaiya let out a long-suffering sigh. “Fine. But he’s your responsibility.” Gaiya said this in the same tone one would hear from a parent talking to a child about a new pet.
If it was possible, Vye’s smile widened further. She picked him up and threw him over her shoulder as though he weighed no more than a small child.
“We’re going to have so much fun. Just wait and see,” she whispered, and giggled. “I’ve always been fond of cataclysms.”