The Noblesse handed them a pair of the pink shoes each and they changed into them, Lunark putting her boots to the side. The others were doing it without question, Takeo holding M-21 up while Tao put the new shoes on his feet.

There was a hold-up inside the house and Kentas lifted his head, watching the people inside change their shoes to put on new ones. The Union wouldn't care, no matter Lunark's status. They couldn't return to the werewolves, not when they would be sent back to the lab for someone else to experiment on them. Kentas swallowed as he lifted his feet again. They had come for M-21, but they could have left him and Garda there to rot rather than freeing them as well and inviting them back. They'd rescued Garda as well, Frankenstein going on ahead with her so he could see to her faster. They were also the ones that had listened to her and came to their rescue. The Noblesse, whose name stopped people in their tracks, and Frankenstein, who Lunark had said they'd been able to fight on equal footing.

Kentas glanced at the Noblesse who was opening the door. It was smaller than what he was used to seeing, smaller than the werewolf stronghold but. They were lead to a building that looked no different from the rest of the buildings along the entire street. Not when M-21's arms were around the shoulders of two of them (Kentas knew their names, had heard them enough - Takeo and Tao?), his toes dragging when he didn't lift them high enough. He exhaled, leaning further into her, hating that he needed her support, but the others with them didn't spare them a glance, didn't send them mocking looks. Everything ached, unused to being pulled (or too used to it after that noble's experiments on him). Kentas gritted his teeth, swallowing a grunt, but he shook his head when Lunark shot him a look, tightening her hand on his wrist.

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