I had thought it would hurt, being lied to by someone I thought connected with me. That I’d feel some sort of emotions as I stood before Tabitha. But I was shocking myself with how fine I was. Everything was perfectly, perversely, anticlimactically fine. I wasn’t sad or mad or depressed. Or maybe it wasn’t fine, it was empty. I could say I feel fine in the way one responds to a passerby on the street, greeting another. I felt echoes of emotions, but really, the only one loud enough for me to process was betrayal and a fog that blanketed me in emptiness.
I felt… shut down. Except that isn’t exactly right either. I felt out of control, even of my own body.
I could faintly feel Robyn trying to reach out to me through the bond, but I was surrounded by a thick fog. Nothing could break through
