When those words left Mares' mouth it was possible to see the crewmembers getting paler. The energy in the air seemed to have been drained and substituted by a sense of anxiety and dread.
"Was he..."
"After me? Yes. I don't know if he survived the explosion and as much as I would like to believe in his death, I would not count on it."
He told Stella, not feeling optimistic about Famish's possible demise. Mares had fought him and knew the type.
He had no doubt Famish was on death's door but if he would get to the other side was a different matter. It was something that would depend on luck which is the last thing Mares trusted.
"We need to get out of here, and fast."
Stella finally ended up saying, feeling some stress that she had got ridden of in the last hours come back.
