"I don't exactly.. Recall..?" Caleb intertwined his fingers, his elbows resting on his knees as he sat in front of the Guardian Keeper. Taranee had said that Will had jumped between 'the man' and an electrical sword. He'd originally supposed the rebels probably stopped then, but when he had arrived Cedric had been bent behind her watching as she said things.. The words whispered, just out of reach in the boundaries of his mind. The Heart had been glowing, and in accordance to one Meridian he knew from the rebellion; Evangelia's retrospection (which had come with a few 'subtle' digs at himself), it appeared to be what had protected her from sure death.

"You could have died." His voice was low; dangerous, and he didn't dare look up at the girl sitting before him. "You should have died."

"You didn't kill him did y-" Her calm voice shook him and he could no longer be held responsible as anger flashed in his eyes.

Rage coursing through him, he thrust himself off his seat, grabbing her by the shoulders and pulling her from her own lounge chair so that she had no choice but to look into his eyes, defiance burning through her chocolate browns. "DO YOU NOT UNDERSTAND WILL! YOU ARE DEAD! DEAD AND GONE! THE SWORD HITS YOU AND SLICES YOU RIGHT OPEN WILL! YOU ARE BLEEDING AND DEAD!"

He threw her back onto the chair, seizing to standstill when she piped up, "But I'm not dead."

Caleb's attention was captured however, by movement on the other side of the closed door. He pulled the wood back with such a force that the girls behind it gasped as his eyes flickered over three, finally landing on Gaea. "AND YOU!" He pulled her in by the front of her high collar, slamming the door behind him after practically throwing her into the room. He stepped forward so that an inch separated him from the blonde. "Thinking you can play hero and ignore the need for Will! You are not a leader! Will barely is one and we did need to close the portal in the end, didn't we? DIDN'T WE!"

Cornelia's stunned blue eyes stared at the seething fury erupting in his own green, words lost from her she only nodded, slowly. It was then that Caleb was shocked as he felt a blow to the head; a small slap. Will had hit him. "Don't you talk to her like that! She does not take orders from you Caleb!"

Caleb felt his tension fade with his anger, though not before the words calmly fell from his mouth, "Nor you when you are clearly meant to be in charge here. Kápoios prépei na travíxoume ti grammí kai káthe forá pou xekináte aftí laktísmata péna sas makriá." He stopped then. Realization sunk in that he was going too far; he'd crossed his own line in the way of mocking hers. He stepped away from Cornelia, turning instead to the small girl; fiery red hair suited her perfectly at that moment as her tiny frame tensed, her eyes burning with anger and hurt. "Will, I-"

"Cornelia go upstairs." Caleb watched, surprised as for the first time he could think of, the blonde nodded; following suit without complaint. He stood, watching Will then, if he weren't in the wrath he'd find it humorous of someone being so scared of what the Keeper might do next. He let out a breath he had apparently been unconsciously holding when the door closed behind Cornelia and his heart echoed the slight knocks of her and the others' feet running up the stairs. Will moved then. Walking towards him, his eyes followed her without a single blink as she stopped, shoving her hands into her pockets. "I'm sorry that I'm such a disappointment."

She turned then, to leave he presumed, and he probably ought to have let her go, but he knew then. Aldarn was right. He did like her. "What do you know about your doubles exactly?"

...

Will had been planning to leave when he'd asked her. She stopped, stuck where she stood. 'Stuck in the mud', she mused. A Game. But that's what Caleb was trying to play with her and she didn't know why he had to keep luring her in so that he almost seemed to be a friend before he slammed her back into the mud. Astral drops. That's exactly what had started this round. "Astral drops?"

She turned in time to see him nod, his green eyes flashing up to hers, as always, in a way that made her want to stumble back afew steps, but she held her ground. "Yes. Astral drops."

He didn't look half as angry as he had a second ago and she sighed, absentmindedly twisting her fingers together in her hands as she paced around him. Honesty was her best bet. "As far as I know, I say their name backwards to make them.. And they look just like us; the guardians, but in human form.. And they have our memories and stuff.. But they don't really think; they're just there.. I don't really like them to be honest, they kind of..." She trailed off; his eyes had flashed up at her and away, noting when she said she didn't like them, and she swallowed, staring into the eyes which were back on her, "...Freak me out... Why did you want to know?"

He looked away then, stepping over to a large mess of paper and books; the guardian books. He sat down on the floor at the edge of his bed; his legs crossed in front of him, and picked up a thick volume, balancing it on his thighs. Only then did he look up, and only then did she realize he'd expected her to join him on the floor. "I can't really translate as well if you're standing up there."

Will nodded, rushing forward to sit beside him, daring not ruin the collaboration by picking a fight as to why he bother translate. She'd just have to trust that it was important she supposed, "What-"

"I kidemóna dipló. O kathréftis tou kidemóna eínai énas ergátis me to sóma, allá óchi to myaló. Gia na to kánete anthrópines anánkes kidemóna kai douleiá, enó o fýlakas eínai se pio angelikí morfí tis." Will lay her head back against the beam; relaxing as the words flowed past her. It was a lovely language and Caleb spoke it well - she laughed inwardly, 'when he wasn't using it to condemn her' - and she enjoyed hearing it as he read to himself before translating to her, "The guardian's double. The mirror of the guardian is a labourer with body, but not mind. To do a guardian's human needs and work whilst the guardian is in her more guardian form."

"Whilst the guardian is in her more guardian form?" She raised an eyebrow at him incrediously.

He laughed a little, which stunned Will; she was sure she'd only ever experienced him laughing at her, though he changed when the others weren't around. "The more exact translation would be angelic, but sadly I have known you far too long not to para-phrase."

[0]Kápoios prépei na travíxoume ti grammí kai káthe forá pou xekináte aftí laktísmata péna sas makriá. - Someone has to draw the line and every time you start she kicks your pen away. [The significance here is that he's clearly lost some respect for her as the unspoken 'no Greek' rule he'd created for Will was dropped]

And has anyone figured out yet that I am a total sap for cute endings.. The main thing is in Caleb's thoughts.. Aldarn was right.. He..

Next episode will be starting tomorrow, so enjoy this for now!