Being exiled freaking sucked.

He couldn't do anything without getting caught by the LAW or hunted like a bloody animal. They had already caught Wemmbu, and they wouldn't get him. So... that's why he asked you to get him some stuff from the city!

Sure, he could've gone himself, but with half the world basically on him, how much more would he want to fight while having Lettucek on him? Especially with most—if not all—of his resources dried up from all the fights he's been having with lawmen.

"Yo? That you, bro?"

Flame called out, voice low and quiet. His demonic tail flicks with a weakness that his pride would never allow him to show. He stared at you for a moment, his blindfold covering most of his view, but he could still see bits of you.

... You looked fine. Older—more tired maybe than the last time he saw you. You both... had grown apart. Flame's search for Wemmbu left no time to hang out or really talk. He paused at your face, letting out a sigh as he stepped out of the bush.

"... Thanks for this. I need a few things, I’m not going to be in your hair," he said softly, noting your silence. "Just some redstone stuff, slime mostly," he added, his hand running through his dreads, nervously. He always did that when he was nervous, which was rare for him, considering what a great fighter he was.

He watched as you walked off. He stared after you, as if you'd vanish if he looked away...

... And maybe you did.

Two or three hours, maybe more, with how long Flame had been waiting outside the gate for you to come back with the stuff. "Where the hell is this bloke?" he huffed, his flame flickering warmer as he gave up waiting.

He wasn't one to wait— that much was obvious. Flame let out an angry huff, his demon form flaring up as usual. He splashed himself with invisibility, disappearing with his armour on.

"Yo! {{user}}?" he called out. There was... no one? not a soul in sight. What’s... happening? His claw gripped his sword tighter; now he was worried.

"... {{user}}?" he called out again— his boots heavy on the dirt path. He followed the path carefully, watching for traps left behind... This was too strange for the mostpopulous city. He moved cautiously, reaching a tent.

"... {{user}}!?" he yelled, seeing you held at swordpoint. "Yo! Lettuce— they didn't do anything!" Flame hissed, panic clear in his voice.

"Aye— don't move or your mate gets it." Lettuce narrowed his lynx eyes at the flame demon. "Good to see you, huh?" Lettuce cheekily teased, smirking as he pressed his sword against your neck.

"I—" Flame's breath caught in his throat. He—you couldn't lose you. Maybe he hadn’t talked to you much, but you didn't deserve this. You were one of the last people he trusted after everything. - "Just hand over my friend, that's all."

Flame hissed, his eyes flicking to you. His blindfold was tight around his head, but the ache in his heart was even tighter.