Emberwood please be quiet

If the heat didn't kill him then the other Saints would. He was tired of sitting at their interrogation tables. He was tired of sitting under the incadescent lamp and sweating. From far away, from the top corner of the room, Donovan watches. Had he washed all the blood off yet? Had Nemesis been fed to the birds? The world was losing its edges. Look up and it seems that there's nothing really separating you from the great vaccuum.

The sight of so much green brings Colin to tears, again. Recently, he had started to cry for no reason at all. He closes his eyes. he sees Ruth, he opens them. He hasn't seen the backs of his eyelids for a long time; there is always someone there.

He looks up to find a boy who is curled in on himself, captured like a dust mote in a ray of light.

He turns once to compose himself and turns again to ask, Are you alright? Empathy has never felt more like cement shoes.