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Sylas held Cassarae's head in silence, his thoughts swirling.
He felt quite numb. Even now, he still couldn't feel the blade in his chest, his body layered in so many foaming pustules of cognitive dissonance that he couldn't really sense any of it at all.
He didn't quite feel angry, he didn't know what to feel at all… other than a weight. Just an endless weight that covered his skies and compressed even the earth beneath his feet.
It was a weight he didn't know how to get rid of, one that was so subtle, and yet always there, and the more he focused on it, the heavier it seemed to become.
And that was when he realized something…
It wasn't going anywhere.
…
Sylas didn't know how he ended up in his bedroom. Was it even his bedroom at all? He wasn't sure. He didn't spend much time sleeping back on Earth so it would have been foreign to him regardless of how he looked at it.
