His silence is not comforting.
I can feel Zera’s scalp prickle, as does mine.
I can already feel his answer even though he’s only flecked his gaze in our direction again, as if to follow the sound of a noise hitting a far off distance, further than the room. It’s odd that I’m getting this much from him, now that we’re all silent, that is.
Maybe the disruptions I had been creating were severing this connection here. Not that I should have one with a creature such as himself, but I’m slowly accepting that in my youth, I make note to say In the event that he’s listening, I have been loud, forthcoming even, with my thoughts. Whether I voiced them out loud or screamed them in my head, Alexander knew, and while I still don't specifically know why, I can sense him… sort of, and wonder how he
