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White directed a glare at Joseph before turning back to Will.

"I'm fine. Look."

She lifted her injured arm above her head, her shoulder making a sickening sound as she did. Try as she might, she couldn't help but squirm in pain.

"Joseph, calm down. She'd die if we went now. Rest is all she needs. Tomorrow, we'll have an Alchemy Engine up and running, and then we'll be able to make some medicine. It'll speed up the healing, and then she'll be good to go."

Violet, in the background, continues to assemble the Alchemy Engine. She sighs as she notices that Joseph is still sore over them being abducted.

"Just come off it, will you? Arguing will do us no good. This is one of our few opportunities to relax and just talk. Joseph is right that we need to be less slow about our schedule, but Will is also right. White is in no condition to go very far. If it makes you feel any better Joseph, we can go scouting around the area and see if the door is close. If it is, we'll go right through with White. We just have to be patient, but also timely."

 

A retort was about to form on his lips, but he contained himself. It wasn't what Pops would have wanted him to do. "It's a Race to the Throne, I suppose... (Not even sorry for that.) Maybe I should go collect some reeds. I can make those into bandages pretty easily."

White was practically fuming. To say that this delay and, well, everything else had made her irritable was an understatement. However, Violet was right. Getting herself killed before they even reached the door wasn't going to get her any closer to home. She calmed down a little bit but was still upset. She sat herself against a nearby tree and took out her picture.

(Alright, sounds good.)

 

Joseph returned with plenty of reeds in his arms, and more levitating on either side of him. "I found a good patch, and picked it clean." He declared, somewhat proudly. Reeds weren't all he found, though. On his forty minute walk (or levitate, whatever you want to call it), he had begun making peace with his abandonment, recalling that Will and Violet had been abducted, and didn't leave by choice. Or at least, that's what he hoped was true. He floated over to the chest, and began lowering the reeds.

White, who was looking at her picture, (yes, she has been looking at the picture for 40 minutes)was now considerably more calm, albeit a bit more depressed. She looked up from her spot under the tree at Joseph before sighing and placing the picture back in her locket. However, something in the locket's reflextion caught here eye. Turning over the locket to the smoother, more reflective side, she could see herself, or more exactly the mess she was. Her face was already starting to thin from a lack of prober meals and dark circles occupied the space under her eyes. Her hair was frizzy and her braid had started to come undone. She rubbed her eyes and undid her braid, running through the loose strands of hair in an attempt to eleminate knots.

Joseph nodded, studying the picture intently. Then he smashed it into a million trillion billion peices. He, too, saw his reflection in the locket. It seemed that a stranger stared back. His hair was wildly untrimmed after a year of letting it out, and a few fresh scars littered his face. Had he always looked like this?

Find out next time on Joseph Looking at a Picture.

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