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[Khenal]

I yawn widely before responding with a smile.

"You're welcome, Friesden.  I...I need a nap."

I shakily stand and start making my way towards the cell that Carrot cut his way out of.

'It's not the best bed, but it's a bed.'

[Dsarker]

((Well, of course you should have. It's been anything but outright stated before hand.))

"Khenal... I don't know this feeling. What is it?"

[Khenal]

"What does it feel like?"  I ask as I make it to the bed, eyelids heavy.

[Dsarker]

"I..I don't know. Like pleasure, I think, but more."

[The Master]

((Don't make me sound the shipping alarm ))

[Khenal]

I barely keep my eyes open as I lay down on the cell bed, and give Friesden a soft smile.  I murmur four words before sleep finally takes me.

"I love you, too."

[Dsarker]

((Well, at least they're not like ships that pass in the night.))

Friesden watches Khenal fall asleep. The new feeling is making her feel giddy.

[Khenal]

I wasn't sure if Khenal was in love with Friesden until she kissed him.  I knew she was important to him, but I wasn't sure what, precisely, she was to him.  Until now. 

Heh, I wonder how the rest of the fort will react to them.

[Dsarker]

Hehe. So do I.

[Rentorian]

I know Granite will find this incredibly entertaining, Negs'll be fascinated when he wakes up too.  Not sure how Friesden will see Granite now though, she still thinks Granite stole 'him'.  But now she has a new 'him'. 

[The Master]

I think Psycho is going to need to jump out another window.

[The Master]

NEXT DAY! http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XgYKXx6JDDw&feature=relmfu

[The Master]

Psycho wakes up in the hospital. At this point, he is entirely unphased by this. Naturally, he tries to get up, but learns the hard way when he's screaming from the pain in his back.

[Dsarker]

Friesden has fallen asleep in front of Khenal.

[Rentorian]

The rumors were flying everywhere by the time the sun had fully risen.  According to everything I had heard another daemon had killed Charity, Khenal had gone berserk and killed everypony in prison, Psycho was either dead, maimed, missing, or a daemon, Friesden and Khenal had hooked up, Friesden had killed Khenal, Khenal had been imprisoned by Charity, and somepony had been found with his guts torn out by a diomedian assassin that was just waiting for a chance to strike at Charity.
"How is it that ponies have elevated gossip to such an art form?" I ask myself.  Even after my sleepless night Negs had not woken up.  And there was no point in sleeping if he wasn't there to talk to.  Besides, he had taken in a lot of energy and I figured I was entitled to some of it.
"Don't think the Charity ones are true, she's still in the hospital... I think.  That place has a horrible record for keeping thier patients in the hospital.  Psycho is probably up and about by now.  His healing abilities are just not normal, and that really means something coming from me too..."
My voice trails off as I watch the hustle and bustle of ponies going about their jobs before me.
"So many ponies, so many ways for them to end up running.  There are no rumors of me?  Probably good.  Don't want them to run.  Though maybe I should run, this place has something wrong with it.  Maybe the whole thing is broken?  Who would be able to tell?" I mutter before continuing my sentence from before.
"Probably no Diomedians, would be more panic and armed patrols if that happened.  Same if somepony had gone berserk too.  The last one... Khenal and Friesden hooking up though...  Friesden was broken and seemed to have hated Khenal... But now she hated me...  Is that good?  If she blames her brokenness on me can he fix her?  Probably not a good idea to see her for a while.  Pain is never fun, and it's not like Negs can take my anything...  I should ask Khenal...  And I still need an answer about 'him'... and those colors hidden under his..."
My voice sinks into the usual low mutterings of my thoughts as I walk through the throng of ponies towards the mine shafts,
"Maybe some time spent hitting rocks will help bring things to sense."