9.12.3 I suck at acting.

These words, those eyes, and that smell of intelligence. "Curious cat." A sense of familiarity took Farhad's mind before he moved his body, causing the rocks that bound him to crumble apart. "Cat…?" And by the time Farhad came to be, there was nothing here, only the boy who looked at him with surprise. But could he even see with those eyes?

"Run… she knows… run." Spoke the boy, knowing that Farhad had somehow escaped from his confinement, but he never did spoke a word about escaping on his own, it would seem that the boy had lost all hopes. Of course Farhad heard him, he had seen the boy and even smelled the corruption on him.