twenty-seven.✝ [best guess 1]

[marredgoldfinch]

[pushing through a bit of the wreckage, Asher paused for a moment, looking at his red haired companion]

Does it hurt to die, Cinders?

I wouldn't know. It's been so long that I can't remember.

[there's silence except for some swearing and the groaning of metal as Asher forces a collapsed wall out of his way]You know... you never called in that

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[conniving_flame]

Heh, looks empty to me.

[marredgoldfinch]

Just our luck. I was hoping for salvation.

[conniving_flame]

Salvation? We're both damned beyond it.

[he walks farther into the room regardless, taking in the sunken walls and ceiling that all look ready to crumble in a moment's notice. The floor is wet, a fact which doesn't please Axel, but it's shallow at least]

[marredgoldfinch]

I suppose we are, aren't we?

[bitter laughter spills from his lips, the blond leaning against the unstable door frame]

Just don't get yourself killed.