She watched him, pain in her eyes. Memories… so many memories. She couldn’t shake the feeling of failure, that nothing she could do would help now. Like she’d missed her chance.
“And then he would be struggling with these glorious mental health issues,” she sighed. “Instead, it’s you. You have Haly, and me, and Wynn and Lerac. Oh, and Tors. Come on, child, wake up!”
Mitis threw her hands up and stalked around. “Haly,” she said fiercely, “if something like that sphere ever happens to me, just kill me, okay? Don’t leave me for ages while you try to find a cure for INSANITY. Okay?”
”Uhhhh… okay.”
Abihal clutched her cloak more tightly around her, inspecting every aspect of the place. Interesting. This should prove fun, I guess.
She was nervous, but nerves never stopped her.
Here goes nothing.
“He wouldn’t have been your friend any longer. He would have been reduced to an insane boy with no hope of surviving. Who knows if the pain would ever even have stopped?” She crouched again, coming to his eye level. “You did right, TAAron. I swear it.”
“You think you could have fixed him?” Mitis sighed, then pulled out TAAron’s Beacon (that’s what I’m calling the smoke pyramids). “I’m going to see his soul now.”
She did so.
Kealie hummed an unfamiliar tune. “We’re headed back to a witch’s house to pick up some friends and loot. Then we’re headed to… uh… some town with a name I forgot.”
“That’s okay. I don’t mind. Do you want a lift?” Eej grew out into a sort of couch with room for Jayne too. “You don’t have to, if you’re feeling restless. I am, but I broke my legs, so I’m stuck for now.”