Deidre roused herself from the sad thoughts about the gems in her pouch. She tied it closed and wiped her eyes.
"Is there something wrong?" she asked, following Karma's look.
"Very." Karma rested a hand on the petrified wood of the door of the closed cell. "Karma … I feels a great imbalance."
"Darkyn?" Deidre's hope surged.
"Not the Great Imbalance. Karma thinks …" the deity drifted off.
"Does Karma … I mean, do you know what it is?"
"No." Her tone was softer. "Karma feels sad. You are sad?"
"I am."
"Karma reflects the emotions of those around her. Sadness is Karma's least favorite feeling. Please refrain from sadness."
Deidre managed a smile at the note of pleading in the deity's voice. "I'll try not to, if you can stop referring to yourself in the third person. It's kind of weird."
"Very well. Karma … I will tries. We need to escape."
"No. I have to help someone," Deidre said firmly.
Karma cocked her head to the side. "We cannot stay in the dungeon."
"This place is huge. We can hide somewhere, find the key to my friend's cell and free her."
"I thinks your plan is not thorough enough to be successful."
"Do you have a better idea?"
"Not yet." Karma's gaze went down the hallway. "There is someone else here."
Deidre spun, panic flying through her at the thought of being cornered again by death dealers. She almost sighed. There was no one in sight. Spooked anyway, she let Karma take her hand and start down the hallway.
"Come on. I'm not being trapped again. We are both in rags and we need to rest before we face death dealers for keys to the cell," Karma said firmly.
Deidre went, her gaze lingering on the cell she'd shared with past-Death.
Hang in there. I'll be back.