And All Things Will End
Your eyes flutter open. You can see with perfect clarity. The stars that you can see through the molded slats are exceptionally bright and beautiful. However, they are vanity incarnate;there is nothing behind their glimmering and enchanting eyes. They cannot hold your attention.Your hand falls beside you and you allow it to touch the face. It is strangely smooth, almost alien. You do not like it. Loud snores at irregular intervals can be heard from the darkness, which you assume to be Hunter's.
Aela stirs beside you. She notices you shifting, but cannot see your face. You are privately grateful.
"Can't sleep either, huh?" her voice is tinted with empathy, but you suspect that she does not truly care. You don't respond, reasoning that the answer would be obvious. Your body and mind feel weak, as though they have just undergone a great ordeal. In the distant crevices of your consciousness you feel regret intermingled with pride and satisfaction, but are uncertain as to their origin.
You feel cosmic. Aela is silent, seemingly waiting for something.
Your eyes go dim, and become human again.
Aela stirs beside you. She notices you shifting, but cannot see your face. You are privately grateful.
"Can't sleep either, huh?" her voice is tinted with empathy, but you suspect that she does not truly care. You don't respond, reasoning that the answer would be obvious. Your body and mind feel weak, as though they have just undergone a great ordeal. In the distant crevices of your consciousness you feel regret intermingled with pride and satisfaction, but are uncertain as to their origin.
You feel cosmic. Aela is silent, seemingly waiting for something.
Your eyes go dim, and become human again.