He felt cold, suddenly. Slow. Like the world had suddenly become submerged in honey, and it took all his effort just to breathe through it.
“Of course I’m worried,” Nahan said, and his hand felt like a hot iron brand. “I’ve been worried since the very beginning! f**k, how could I not be? Khroma, you lost everything.”
Everything?
He stared at his hands, feeling utterly numb. Perhaps he hadn’t quite processed it yet. That everyone, everything was gone. No, not just gone. Dead. Never coming back.
It wasn’t as if he thought this was all a dream, but—a trial, perhaps. Something he had to overcome, in order to reach the ending that was meant for him. His aesa.
But no one was answering his prayers, now. Khroma was alone.
“Everything is gone from me.” The words were almost dreamy in quality,
