(I was hoping that she might at first, but that was before it became illogical and before I realized how pretty the numbers were. 10:10. And Clover is still secretly a nice person... Yay! )
Saturn allowed her eyes to shut as Clover pressed the dagger against her arm. There was no point in fighting now, it was impossible and would only upset her host if she hurt their opponent badly. Aurora's brain on the other hand, was working on overdrive. There was no reason for Clover not to kill them, especially if the gloom was in control, especially since he had guessed that she was researching a cure. And then he had sounded almost worried when he spoke. So... Was she wrong? Or was he still strong enough to fight it? She had to inform Varmill either way, she knew that despite his claims he still cared very deeply for the leprechaun. But she could not risk informing him in person. There was no way to tell how badly she and Saturn would react to the gloom, but she guessed that it would be worse than last time, since their mental defenses had already been weakened. They had been infected for over three hundred years, and Aurora would have gone insane if she had to live through one more. The nightmares, the dulled emotions while she could feel Saturn's hatred and anger growing, they had torn her apart. If Aurora was correct, it wouldn't take much more than a year for the gloom to break them back to that point. 'Saturn. Are you still with me?' She questioned. 'For now. What is it?' 'Do you think you can find my bag? You dropped it earlier when you were fighting Clover. I have a phone call to make.' 'Yeah,' Saturn ignored the strangeness of the request. 'One second' Saturn folded up the scythe before shakily standing up, looking through the fading smoke of the flames as she tried to determine where the bag had fallen. She felt a drop of water splash onto her face as she spotted a scrap of white among the ashy remains of a tall patch of grass. Stumbling over to the bag, she pulled out what Aurora described as a "phone," and turned it on as the rain began to patter around them. 'What number?'
(So... Does Varmill have a phone? If not I can just send it to Nick again.)
