fourth floor common room: wednesday afternoon

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The realization that Nathan had been on this island for several months without seeing or even sensing one Hunter was a sudden one. It him him early in the morning when he'd been sleeping soundly against the crook of a tree in the preserve. He'd woken up gasping and nearly crying, feeling selfish and cowardly for secluding himself away on an island while Annalise slept endlessly and Gabriel was lost.

As he trudged back to the dorms, Nathan wondered if Mercury had grown tired of waiting for Nathan and had done something horrible to Annalise and if Gabriel was experiencing the same thing with Clay. He wondered where the Fairborn was and if it had fallen into White Witch hands.

He wondered about Arran and if he was being punished for Nathan's absence and if Jessica is doing the punishing. He wonders where Deborah is and before Nathan realized it, he was in the common room instead of his room, standing in front of the kitchen and gripping the counter.

Nathan shook his head, trying to clear the fog and the thoughts and decided that since he was there, he could get something going for lunch. Maybe some soup or something else simple and easy since he didn't think he had it in him for something overly complex. He started getting the ingredients together for a simple soup recipe that Celia had taught him and push all the other things down and behind a locked door in his head.

Maybe later he'd try to leave. Or maybe he'd continue to be a coward and go back to his room. Nathan hadn't decided yet.

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