Fleeing Darkness

"We could run away together." The sorcerer shrugs as he says it, and he speaks flippantly, but Dark Choco could sense the twinge of sincerity in the offer, more believing it impossible than being against the idea."I couldn't..." Dark Choco Cookie states, rotating the Strawberry Jam Sword in his hand, studying the ever-sharp blade. A blade coated in the jam of his homeland, of his own father. His jaw sets, and he looks at Licorice Cookie instead."I'm sure you probably could, if you tried." Licorice Cookie rebuts."I have. It's yet to work." He replies firmly."Well, exactly what is the worst that could happen, if we did run?""I kill you.""You like me too much for that."-------------------------------------------------The outside world, beyond this cursed church, is far more inviting.