Some sort of Scribe would like to interject to say that, yes, Authors are very much real, seeing as he recieves direct instruction from his.
Pyk, for the first time since the incident, saw.
It was not the half-sight he had endured and mastered. It was not a subpar substitute. It was, he was sure, the real thing. Color… how had he forgotten about that?
And what he saw horrified him. He had rarely been around any fights since Dint supposedly died, instead focusing on science. And as he had been alienated from society, he had only grown more used to the comparatively apathetic way of which he had led his life. Isolated.
This rage, this blind anger… he was not used to it. Not used to such… proximity. He knew it happened, yes, but he also knew that fusion occurred in the stars. Didn’t mean he was familiar with the process.
Taking a shaky breath, he reoriented himself as he watched. He would be there for Asher.
He held Asher’s limp body a little tighter as the torrent of memory overtook him.
Im baaaaaaack!
And will leave for school in ~45 minutes.