He looked around, studying the barrier and the crowded pier that could be seen through the mesh. Then, suddenly, Sunny heard a familiar voice:
"Move back, damn it! Don't push! If you have a spot in the queue, present an ID! If you are a member of the First Army, come that way! Get a hold of yourself and behave like people!"
He looked around and saw a tall, handsome man with indigo eyes and hair that seemed somewhere between black and blue standing in front of the barrier, struggling to hold back the panicked crowd.
Sunny raised an eyebrow.
Pushing closer to the man, he called out:
"Naeve? What the hell are you doing here?"
The man — it was indeed Master Naeve of the House of Night — blinked a couple of times, then looked in his direction with a confused expression.
"...Sunny? Gods, it's you! What are... ah, doesn't matter. I'm now in charge of boarding, I guess."
Sunny led his group to the barrier, stopping right in front of the Nightwalker. Naeve gestured for a nearby Awakened to assume his position and took a step to the side.
He gave Sunny a somber look.
"That ship over there is where I'm assigned to. We are going to leave once we're at capacity... actually, we are already over capacity. But a few more people can still be squeezed in, so..."
Sunny frowned.
"What about Bloodwave?"
The Nightwalker sighed.
"He led the other ship away a few hours ago, with Saint Tyris aboard. There will be more ships tomorrow, and more the day after that... if the Winter Beast does not arrive sooner. But Uncle won't be coming back. He'll guard the strait until the... until the relocation is over. And then, we will resume evacuating people over the ocean, to the Northern Quadrant."
Sunny nodded.
'Figures.'
"Listen..."
Naeve spoke first, interrupting him:
"Do you need to get on the ship?"
Sunny grew quiet, suddenly ashamed for no reason. Strangely, he felt thankful to the Nightwalker for not forcing him to say it aloud.
After a few moments of awkward silence, Sunny shook his head.
"Not me. I just need to place a tether inside."
Ascended could simply retreat into the Dream Realm whenever they wished. Even if their tether remained in the Antarctic Center, a Saint would then be able to bring them back to the waking world, to a safer region. Granted, there were no Saints on the Ivory Island, so Sunny was a bit more inconvenienced in that regard.
Of course, leaving the waking world was not an instantaneous process. It required some time and absolute concentration, so doing it in the middle of a battle was usually impossible. Any Ascended that remained in the city would have to travel to the Dream Realm before the Winter Beast arrived, or risk annihilation with the rest of the mundane people.
Still, taking up a spot on a ship would be a waste.
...And Sunny had long decided to stay and try to stall the titan, anyway.
He looked at Naeve.
"I don't need one. But my people..."
Sunny glanced at Beth, Professor Obel, and the members of his cohort. Naeve looked at them, too.
His face fell.
The Nightwalker hesitated for a few moments, then said quietly:
"Sunny... I have three spots reserved, as a member of the crew. I will give you those. Beyond that, however... I can get the rest of your cohort onboard, too. Members of the First Army have a priority right to be evacuated. But those additional spots, they will come at the expense of civilians with officially issued tickets. So... it's your decision."
He paused, and then added apologetically:
"Sorry, but you have to make it quick. This is going to be the last batch we let in tonight."
As though to echo his words, the mesh barrier suddenly slid into the ground with a metallic screech. The soldiers started checking the IDs and letting people pass through one by one.
Sunny froze for a moment. His face grew still.
'So...'
His heart grew heavy.
'So this is what it came to.'
Three spots... or having to displace civilians who had a spot in the queue.
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