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WEEK 7

[You've all been here for well over a month and it's getting harder and harder to keep spirits up. There has been small hope thanks to a mysterious person talking to you through your dreams. A small hope that maybe you'll be able to escape and get your friends back, but you'll have to escape first.

There are no new floors to explore, the outside area remains the same as it's always been. Might as well get comfy here.

11 guests remain.]

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[He was winded from landing flat on his back, but he laid his own broom aside and sat up with a punched-out groan, eager to sit up and wipe that worried look off of his partner's face.]

Couldn't sleep. I wanted to help you patrol. Two sets of eyes are better than one, right?

Help me? [Oops, sorry, Lefou, you're definitely getting laughed at here. Maybe Maui feels a little bad but...]

Yeah, that's not -- that's not happening. What if you got hurt, huh? Uh-uh. Not gonna risk it.

[Lefou wasn't amused.]

I'm a soldier, Maui, not a damsel in distress. You don't have to do this all by yourself. How do you think I would feel if I found out something happened to you while I was asleep?

[Maui crossed his arms over his chest, gaze darkening as he did. Lefou had a point, even the demi-god thought someone as soft and kindly as his partner didn't seem like the warring type. And he knew that Lefou would feel guilty if anything happened.

And yet...]

How do you think I would feel if something happened to you because I encouraged this?

[Maui's gaze darkening didn't scare Lefou. Not the same way that it would have on anyone else's face, not with how gentle he knew the man could be.

But he understood Maui's perspective, too. As little as he remembered from the day that he was injured, he remembered the solid, safe warmth of being held by Maui, the rumble of his voice...whatever he'd been saying to try and keep Lefou awake. He could only imagine how scared he would have been if their positions had been reversed, even then before their relationship had upgraded to...whatever they were now.

He sat up on his knees so that he could reach up and brush some of Maui's curls back from his face, softening his tone to try to bring back his partner from that darkness that hooded his gaze.]

What if we stick together?

[Maui quickly shook his head, already stalking off toward the stairs. His aim was their room, the demi-god determined to get the man back there at any cost. Their conversation could be held along the way, he figured.]

We stick together, and whoever is out there causing trouble uses you to get to me. You might be a warrior, but you're not a demi-god. And if they really wanted to hurt me --

[The mountain of a man trailed off, hoping that Lefou understood the implication.]

[Lefou huffed indignantly, quick to clamber back to his feet with a click clack of his shoes against the floor, trotting after Maui like a pup (it was familiar enough, something twisted in his chest).

But he stopped on the stairs at the implication. To hear it said as plainly as that slapped him silent for a good few seconds. He...should have known it, honestly, he did know it deep down, or at least hoped for it. In the same deep place where he hid the knowledge that if something happened to Maui there would be no coming back for him.

All the same, there had been only two purposeful murders. Not...counting whatever the hell had happened the night that Wander and Sylvia died.]

If you think someone wants to hunt you down like that, then why are you doing this? [His voice was small. If Maui was still so sure that someone or something wanted to hurt him, then why was he patrolling by himself at all?] If someone saw you out here, then they would know exactly where I was and that I was vulnerable anyway. At least if we're together, I'll be prepared to fight.

...The problem with two beds together is that it feels even emptier without the man - demi-god - I love to share it with me.

Hunt me down? No, no one's that stupid. [At least, not of their remaining bunch. In fact, he wanted to believe he was on good enough terms with them that they wouldn't try. But that didn't mean that everyone got along with everyone else.]

But what about Namine? She gets up for a snack one night and boom, someone grabs her and tries to hurt her. If I'm not up, she gets killed and we're lost without her.

But if I am? Maybe I can scare whoever's hurting her off. [Maui crossed his arms over his chest. He started to say more, but Lefou's statement struck him silent.

Love was... a strange concept to the demi-god. He was used to adoration, sure, but love? His parents hadn't even been able to do that. Under better circumstances, it might have made him feel good, feel happy, but right here and now?

Maui shook his head.]

I don't want your love if it's going to get you killed, Lefou.

[Quite honestly he could have screamed right then. Maui didn't have to do this alone, but he was being too bull-headed to see that. Even if he wanted to take his patrol by himself, there were plenty of people who were capable, they could trade off or take shifts. Or have a buddy. Mike and Ford would be happy to help them, he was sure, if they asked.

But it was like screaming at a rock wall, wasn't it? And before he could argue that Namine knew better, or that anyone who wanted to hurt her would have to go through the whole mansion to do it, Maui shook his head and Lefou felt his heart drop like a stone.]

...Well, you have it. Whether you want it or not. [He looked away, down at the floor.] Please, Maui. Trust me. Let me help you.

I don't need your help.

[Wasn't this how it all started? He had spurned Moana, pushed her concerns and her goals far away from him, all because it was too much? Was history doomed to repeat itself? Or was Maui the great and powerful simply incapable of accepting that there were those who saw something good in him.

He didn't know. He didn't know and he didn't want to think about it either. When he spoke again, his words were careful. Much as he didn't want Lefou hurt, and as hard as it was to see the man so downtrodden, it had to be done.]

Go back to our room. I'll be back later.

[Our room. A week before, that had sounded so sweet, hadn't it? But now the thought of going back to that giant bed by himself put a sour taste in his mouth.

He sucked in a breath and held it, still not meeting Maui's gaze.]

Fine.

[With that he marched past him down the stairs and to the wing with the bedrooms.]

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