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The stars were bright the night he escaped.
He wouldn't remember Sam being marched down at sword point to the main cell. The lava falling would be plucked from his brain as well, But he would always remember Sapnap's warm arms around him. George's soft encouragements as his feet dragged along the obsidian for the last time. Each footfall left red marks staining the black, last bit of evidence there was ever a soul in Pandora's vault. The stars would forcibly burn their way into his memories as well as his retinas. Philza stood between him and the light, blocking its path to his eyes. That set a smile stretching across his face, the first of many.
George's horse smelled exactly like Spirit, though he knew it wasn't.
Spirit was still on a chain around his neck, the one thing he managed to sneak into the prison.
He'd reached down and started fiddling with it. Though something warm and sticky stopped him. His brain couldn't register what it was without a visual, but George stopped him before he could look.
"You don't need to see that." a British accent softly cooed, as a hand gently swatted his away from his chest. "Just focus on staying awake."
He didn't put his hand back after that his entire focus was on keeping his eyes open, even when the world blurred and went black.