He could have left. He should have left. There was no reason to stay here. If he stayed here, he might fall prey to whatever it was that they might be doing here.
But Gladiolus was tired and nothing actually seemed to be here. He didn’t recognize any of the children as having come from where he had. None of them knew who he was. They wouldn’t ask anything of him. With that in mind, he decided staying for a little bit would be all right. Just long enough to recover. Until someone who thought they knew who he was would come across him.
Time passed. It went from days to weeks and no one had outed him. No one had claimed him to be a monster. He watched them as they continued to mill about him, the other children, unsuspecting, trusting. They didn’t understand how they had gotten here, they had no idea.
He would hide and watch. He would hide and wait.
He tried to hide, only to find a much younger girl already hiding. He knew her name, he’d heard it. He couldn’t remember it.
She looked at him, but her wariness wasn’t like his. There was no anger. She scooted aside.
He hid beside her, because maybe she’d be quiet. If not… well, he could move. Maybe.