Waking up, something was different. His body and soul felt infirm, as if an integral part went missing, the source to his vigor, and without it he was nothing but an empty shell of himself.
Sluggishly, he got up from the cold metallic floor, his mind in the process of registering the last things he could remember.
It came to him then, a loss of immense magnitude. His heart sunk and his face was drained from color, looking even sicklier than it seemed possible. He expected a surge of piercing pain, he longed for it as he recalled it carving their last moments to his soul and how it became the only way for him to still feel them.
The pain was there, he could sense it, but it was being impaired by a strange wall and could just sip as cold drop after drop instead of erupting like a searing
