If Falcon had known that in two hours he would be shot, he wouldn't have agreed to whatever Aurelia and Mars planned next. He was not an impulsive actor, he was the one who spent days taking note of every detail about a compound before he had to enter.
However, the other two seemed fairly new at this. They may be good at fighting demons, but Falcon should have done the planning.
Blissfully unaware that he would lose liters of blood soon, Falcon sat with Aurelia on the grass in the silence, both of them working out the details for their next step.
'Falcon...do you remember seeing water underground, anywhere?' Aurelia asked him as she played with the grass.
'In the demon realm? No...except the blackish tar river thing...in the very beginning...'
'Yes...see, water kills fire, right? Ignis did not have any in her realm.'
'So does that mean...'
