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I'm not leaving again, Vercingetorix vowed. It's okay if you don't believe me. Dragomir didn't, not really. How many times had promises been made and then broken in his life? But I promise. After a long moment in which Dragomir huffed breaths in and out through his nose and fought to keep both his imagination and his nausea under control, the boy nodded briskly. He didn't really believe it because he couldn't afford to be disappointed by his father again, but he accepted it. It was better than arguing about it, which might have seemed to him the better option prior to his abduction.

At last his breathing began to level out and things began to feel safer, and all at once Dragomir was overcome by a wave of exhaustion. He fought with himself for several seconds before asking, in a voice timid as a mouse's, can we just go to sleep? The likelihood of him actually falling to sleep anytime soon was extremely low, but he just wanted to close his eyes and not try to make an effort to be communicative when even the slightest reminder of his trauma set his mind right back into the cave.