Tayen held the dagger to his chest, staring at it. She doesn't really care about me. She just cares about her memory. Tayen is gone. Why have I appeared now? This body should have died with him.
Alone in the shack, Tayen held the dagger he had acquired from the assailant that past night. I'm an impostor. A useless fake. There's nothing to me, I'm empty.
"I don't know. Do you know of any place that could make for some sort of shelter? Even if it's not ideal, I imagine pretty much anything could do better than this."