No, no, no. He can't stay here. He can't be where he was. Before he knows what's happening, his legs are carrying him away, away from the throne of bones, from where he'd spilled his blood and tears for a man who didn't love him, had never loved him. Away from the lies and the home that wasn't home. He pushes through the heavy wooden doors, past Luz and Amity, and Willow. Ugh, why does Willow have to see him like this? He's such a mess. Heck, he's not even a real witch. She's just being nice. She's always so nice even when she doesn't have to be. She deserves better than a powerless thing made of wood and stones. He runs past Darius and Raine, nervously talking in hushed whispers. Darius tries to reach out, to grab him but Hunter darts away. Darius calls something at him, but Hunter ignores it. He's just another clone, so easy to replace when needed. Created to be destroyed. Another corridor splits off from the one he's running through and he skids to a stop. Stupid Hunter, he scolds himself. You lived in this castle for sixteen years and you can't remember your way around after a year. Hunter's debating what way to go when someone comes around the corner behind him. He spins around, fists clenched. "Hey, it's just me Little Prince. I'm not going to hurt you."
prompt- "Run?"
