As Sid held the sleeping girl in his arms, he thought of a time when he'd held his own daughter like this. How long ago it seemed now, that time when things still made sense. He sighed, and decided it best to rest for a moment. As if it were nothing special, he bent his legs slightly, and jumped up to the roof of a nearby apartment building with inhuman ease. With a slight chuckle, he propped the sleeping girl against the protective fence that encased the roof's perimeter, making sure not to put too much pressure on her injuries. From what he'd seen; half of her ribs were cracked, there were multiple lacerations on the head, and a wealth of other minor injuries from cuts to bruises spanning the entirety of her body. Fuck. If she hadn't Awoken, he'd probably have killed those punks himself. It didn't sit right with him that people were becoming violent against Argamonians. If only they knew it would end up causing them more problems, just like those thugs. He sighed. No use thinking about it too much. Their senseless bigotry was to blame for their death, nothing less, nothing more.
Sid climbed onto the top of the rooftop fence, where he stood silently, carefully observing every alley, rooftop, and dark corner of his view. It didn't seem like they were being followed yet, thankfully. He knew his own life wasn't in danger, but he wasn't too confident in protecting the girl. If the Choir sent their loyal dogs after them, probably Husks, he'd likely have to forgo her safety in order to fight them off. He thought of his daughter again, and with a forlorn gaze, rolled up the sleeve of his coat to gaze upon the name tattooed upon his forearm. He would never let that happen. Never again. With fire in his eyes, Sid reached into his coat pocket and pulled out an old flip phone. The numbers were beginning to fade from use, gaining rise to yet another headache. He didn't particularly enjoy the thought of having to invest in a smartphone. After a brief moment of dialing, and then waiting for a familiar voice to call out, he was greeted by his top student, "Yo, whatcha need Sidney?" That damnable Tomas.
With a sigh, he retorted, "How many times do I have to tell you not to call me Sidney?" Tomas chuckled before quickly responding, "You know me, always the problem student." Sid couldn't help but smile before continuing, "Anyways. I need you to prepare a room, some food," he glanced at the still unconscious girl, "And I'll probably need you to send in the twins." There was a palpable pause, as Tomas seemed to be processing what he'd just said. "The hell did you do? Take on an army?" he asked incredulously. For what must have been the hundredth time that night, Sid simply sighed before replying, "Nah. I found someone who Awakened after getting caught up in some nasty business. I'm lucky the Choir didn't get to her first. Tomas, she's," he paused, almost unsure whether to believe it himself, "She's a royal. I was nearby when she burned her first Catalyst. The first one since…well, you know." There was a moment of shocked silence, before Tomas practically exploded the phone's speaker. "A Royal?! Are you sure? Holy shit. I'll get everything taken care of. You just focus on getting here in one piece. The Choir isn't gonna let that go. Luna! Maxis! Get in-" Tomas trailed off before the call abruptly dropped.
Sid wore an annoyed expression as he looked at the "Call Ended" screen. That damn kid, always in a rush. He hopped down from the rooftop fence and moved to pick the girl back up, but just as he did, he felt the familiar pull of someone burning a Catalyst. Fuck. An inhuman howl ringed through the night. Fuck again. With haste he grabbed the girl, not caring too much about her comfort at the moment. Things were about to get interesting. She cried out, but surprisingly, stayed asleep. "Damn, kid. Anything wake you up?" he couldn't help but wonder out loud. He quickly thought of his daughter, and his greatest failure. The pain of the memory stung deeply, a scar that would likely never heal. With a sigh, he made a mental note to rely on something else, before burning the pain away. He could feel the power coursing through his entire being as the memory faded, and readied himself. With a loud bang, a large portion of the roof cracked, and he shot off into the night. Just in time too, as he heard the Husks closing in behind him. Sid cursed inwardly. 'These damn things are awfully fast to be some simple Husks.' As he jumped from roof to roof, he stole a quick glance at his arm. His lilac eyes hardened, filled with determination, looking upon the name tattooed there. "Remilia, I swear. I won't fail again." He promised with resolve and continued into the night, as a certain strained voice sounded in his arms.