Cedric took a deep breath and pulled his drone to a halt. If Andie’s plan was working that changed things. Sure, Andie was reckless and often overconfident, but she wasn’t stupid. If she needed healing, she would have found a way to signal Cedric.

…probably. Maybe.

Well, even if Andie didn’t think to signal Cedric, Dyllan would definitely -

No. Cedric still didn’t know what sort of condition Dyllan was in, or if he was even in his mindscape at all. There was no reason to assume he was capable of signaling for Cedric.

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Cedric took a slow breath. In, out. This was incredibly, indescribably frustrating. He didn’t like being this pessimistic and cynical. He wanted to trust in his friends, he wanted to believe everything would be okay if he just “followed his heart” or whatever. But Andie, Dyllan, and Cedric all played a vital role in the team. Cedric’s role was to see things, to understand things that no one else could. His role was to doubt and question, to notice hidden little cracks in plans before they tore open into chasms.

A shiver ran down Cedric’s spine as he felt the color drain from his eyes. His job was to scheme, to be Cunning.

A resounding “THOOM” rang out, followed by two streaks of light plummeting down from the sky - one golden orange, the other bright crimson. Cedric snapped back into color and warmth as instinct drove him to take off and pursue the lights.