Knights Against the Night Part 12

Mars was the elder of the two, dark fur had been burned, and of the pair it was usually assumed he had been the first in the dark, spent longest underneath.

It didn't matter what most of them thought, the youngsters didn't see the dark look in their eyes, their haunted forms. The oldsters might have been wiser once, but most of them had spent too long in the safety of the workshop.

He didn't know what they were going to do next.

Neither of them did.

So when Uno called him to his office, his first thought was 'Oh no, Beano's been caught." Caught doing what was the question.

"Have you given any thought to your future?" Uno asked, the old bear regarding him over his desk with tired eyes.

"Yes Sir." Mars answered, relief echoing. This wasn't about Beano.

The old bear waited, "And...?" He asked, and Mars ducked his head.

"We don't know." Mars replied, "We haven't made any decisions."

Uno raised an eyebrow. "We?"

Mars folded his arms and glared. "Me and Beano."

Uno nodded sharply, "You intend to work together?"

Mars looked away, "He's the only one left. The only one I could save."

Uno didn't seem to react and Mars carefully examined the patterns on the floor.

Silence was heavy, Uno tapped his desk.

"You haven't gone to the Healers."

"No." Mars looked at his superior. "We would fail the Psyche test."

Uno nodded. "We are aware of that. Everyone does at first. You will need the help if you want to get anywhere."

Mars stared at the paperwork on the desk.

"And if there's no helping us?" Mars asked quietly.

"I don't believe that. No one believes that. Take the chance."

Mars shook his head. "But there is a chance."

Uno stood up and moved around his desk and grabbed Mars' paw.

"You have a future. You got here. Let us help."