pulling seriglass shards from his left arm, grumbling various profanities into the cold winds of uranus.
someone had a bad time searching through albrecht's lab. . .
someone being him. he is someone.
the triad of knocks in the thin veil of his mind have grown quieter since he isolated himself within the jovian clusters.
vision becomes clearer, ideas become more sound, and gilded memories unravel upon a mental tapestry.
an oath to use the tides to shield others, brought low by a rap tap tap against his wall. shattered by delusions of a delusional being.
he turned and started towards his vessel. he did not feel welcome here. nor did he think himself deserving of a welcome.
he could do little else but take a deep breath as she spoke. he could feel a tension in the air now, more than before, thicker than any fog.
most of it came from loryn. within that tension lay a guilt that eons had done little to sweep away.