"… How long has it been..?"
Keeping track of time isn't one of my abilities.
Pogo pursed his lips. It was as if no matter how far he walked, the woods stayed the same. He didn't feel like he'd actually gone anywhere.
You're thinking about taking the offer.
"… Do you promise to take us back to the bunker? Nothing else?"
Sure, if it gets us out of this place faster.
Pogo hesitated.
Oh, come on, Al. What's the worst I could do with your body?
"A lot of things," he grumbled. "Alright, Kapnos. But if you pull any shit, I'm taking a salt bath when we get back."
Fine, fine.
Pogo's eyes opened, revealing a familiar silvery red, and the outline of his body began to blur. His gaze, now keenly acute, studied its surroundings.
Gods help Pogo. He'd gone a completely different direction than the way to the bunker.
Kapnos dug a heel into the ground, tensed, then broke into a sprint in the direction of the bunker.
It took a few minutes, but the bunker had become within their sight — as well as a few interesting-looking birds that circled a battered man beneath them. Kapnos stumbled to a halt, squinting as they tried to make out the scene before them.
What's going on over there? Pogo asked tentatively.
"Nothing I can see," muttered Kapnos. "But those birds don't look like good news."
They approached the figure, eyes widening as they realized who the crumpled creature on the ground was.
"This your freaky eye-man?"
Ender? What… what the hell happened?
"I don't have a clue, let's just… shoo! Get out of here!" Kapnos hissed, waving violently at the vultures above Ender.