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Ashan climbed the stairs that led from the balcony of the room he had slept in into the roof of the Fallen Houses. He rubbed his bloodshot eyes and stifled a yawn; it had been a long night and it had provided him with no rest whatsoever. He had kept thinking about what had happened the day before and the mess into which they had gotten themselves. When he had said they needed to make a choice he could not imagine they would all decide to stay and take a stand against the Orders. Until he realised they were not doing it out of the goodness of their hearts. All of them had their own reasons, something they wanted to run away from, as he did. They wouldn't say it, of course, but it was obvious by the way they had acted that same Dawn.