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Wy walks up to Cypress.

(Shall we assume she is sleeping?)

"We are going to the camp now, can you do i-"

...

"Oh...you are already sleeping..."

Wy bends on her. He didn't really know if that was the best option for him...maybe she would have hated him after she knew he touched her...

<Maybe that girl was right...I am nothing but dirty taint...>

He gently lifts her from the ground and holds her in her arms.

At least she wasn't heavy.

(Oh, right. Wy can't either misses the senses of taste and smell.)

"I...w-WHAT?!"

From above the trees, he could see a fleeble smoke coming not far from them...from the camp, actually.

Wy would have started running, if it wasn't for Cypress, who was now carrying.

"Is...is that our camp?!"

The two speed up a bit, and when they get there...

Everythibg was burning.

Fire was eating his things.

The tends, the Alchemy Engine and even the chests, which contained...

"M-MY DRAWINGS!"

Wy turns to Wilson, then Cypress, then again Wilson.

He still wasn't sure of how much he could trust this weird haired guy, but this seemed like the only option in such circumstance.

"Wilson, take Cypress out of here, the smoke could ruin her lungs. I will try to save as much stuff as I can."

"But..."

<...there was a drawing I wanted to show to Cypress...>

"...o...o-ok...I...I don't really...need them..."

<That is the truth. Remember: they will always be in your head, your creations, your creativity, they will always exist. Even if you tear your drawings apart, you could be able to replace them in any moment.>

Wy slowly nods.

Even if the drawings were not a problem, how about the camp? Everything he has built in a long time is now almost ash...even the rare living wood, which took him an awful lot of time to finally get, by chopping down that Strange Abstract Tree.

That was hard to accept. But there was no other choice.

"Lets...lets just get out of here before Cypress breaths the smoke."

Wilson nods.

"We'll go back to where Athena is and get her. We can go to my camp if you'd like. Atleast until your friend is healed."

He turns to Tres, noticing it for the first time. Strange, it resembled a ghost, like the ones he had found digging graves, but he knew ghosts weren't real. Science didn't allow for it.

"It doesn't matter much right if it was started on purpose or not. We can worry about it later."

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