Troye rubbed his eyes and smiled. "We shall get out of this place.
I promise." Troye said. He wanted to see his studio again. The real
one. And he woukd get everyone out of here. Even if that was the
last thing he ever did.
"It's not. At least, for most of the traitors. They hate me, Vicky
is a time-traveler, Nostalgia's an intergalactic murderer, and
Royal's been to more worlds than anyone else."
Troye thought for a moment, with an amused look on his face.
"Attached you say?" Troye said. It seemed cruel to bring people
here, have the current residents grow attatched to them and then
just have them die. He wondered how many times Arcane and the
others had to go through something like that.
Troye was quiet for a moment before looking over at Arcane with a
small smile on his face., "I will not try to get any information
out of you. I would rather die here than getting one of you killed
for my own benefit." Troye said quietly. His family would
understand.
"Oh, Troye." Arcane sighs. "They won't kill the one who has the
information. The one who has the information is fundamentally
important to what they plan to do."