Ankyra Sound one gonna hold my memories, another gonna close the door

she was sad. why was she sad? ingram's mind flew in a panic, round like a drunken carousel as he scrambled for some sort of reassuring thing to say -- anything to say.

arrille was no help as he stifled a laugh and spoke -- ingram shot him possibly the darkest look he had ever worn in arrille's company before he glanced back to chusi with his features shaped in anxious knots. he slumped closer to her and swallowed, recognizing that his ship was quite literally about to sail if he did not act soon.

"i like you too!" he blurted, feeling both liberated and pathetic at once. he did not like saying such vulnerable things especially in front of arrille and hastily followed his admittance with a fiery glare in arrille's direction designed to subdue any clever quip the youth might be preparing.