It had been days since Clancy interacted with anyone. He wandered the campsite, lost in thought, jotting down his ideas in a notebook. His only interruptions were for meals and sleep. Nothing else. The thought of overthrowing Dema consumed him, a fixation that had taken root since his last escape.

Dema had controlled him for far too long, and the Bishops were getting ahead of themselves. He needed to prove that he wasn’t just some pawn in Nico’s games.

Today was no different than any other. As the sun started to set, Clancy took a seat upon a boulder, notebook still in hand as he reviewed the notes. He’d read those lines a million times over. But he had to find something that would help him out, something within the heaps of information he had on Dema.

His attention settled in, his gaze taking in the ink across the pages, he finally grasped his ability to focus on one topic at a time.

Well, that was until the snap of a twig nearby snapped him out of that newfound concentration.

Clancy’s head immediately snapped up, eyes wide as he searched his surroundings for any sort of presence. Though, he quickly took notice of the still figure a few feet away, immediately taking recognition as to who it was.

Torch’s kid.

Much like the Torchbearer, his child had the tendency to just pop up when people least expect it, holding a deafening silence the majority of the time, only ever speaking ‘when necessary’. They were the guide through Trench whenever Torch couldn’t be.

Taking a moment to collect himself after admittedly having the shit scared out of him, Clancy finally speaks up, running a hand over his buzzed hair.

“Jesus Christ, Guest. Have you ever heard of, y’know, announcing your presence? You’re going to give me a heart attack one day.”