“Surprisingly arthur isn’t the stupidest person in this room, considering he knows about all of our marks.”
Arthur shifts uncomfortably, his demeanor suddenly changing. “That’s not important,” he mumbles.
The man who pushed Matilda into the fog not long ago stands up.
“Finally, someone’s speaking some sense around here. We have plenty of time to get to know each other - this amount of expression is, well, ridiculous.”
“Anyway, I apologise about that. I was curious as to what would have happened if we tried to leave. The name’s Abode. Harleck Abode. Now all that’s left to do is wait for those other three to show up, then we can find out what this hunt is all about.”
The man sits back down, resuming his skimread of a book, the title of which you cannot make out.
“People without talents are mistakes to this society.”
“You have one. It’s clear by your expression.”
“You can take it that way as much as you want. Let’s be real here. If you didn’t have such a prestigious title, what would you do?”
A huge, almost creepy smile spreads across Wilfred’s face as he becomes very giddy
You’re lying. There’s no way you don’t have a talent, what with how you saw our zodiac signs. So you must have something you don’t want told, just as I do.
“I don’t need an Ultimate to be successful…” Arthur says, although the uncertainty is present in his voice. He straights up a bit, though. “I’m not here to stay. I have a job to do.”
“Are they though? What purpose do they serve than to be slaves to the rich or prestigious?”
”A job? Did it have to do with knowing what’s on our wrists?”
She examines her own wrist again for good measure, wondering how nobody else can see the ink etched into it.
“And yet I’m here because you guys can’t-” Arthur stops himself by clapping a hand over his mouth.