Kintla Flatlands for here i lie in wait; hush little heart

The wraith tastes only bitterness for a moment, and reminds himself with some effort that he's supposed to be accepting of this. Part of living and all that. It doesn't feel quite as profound or comforting in this moment, but maybe that's part of it too. All Zephyr knows is that he can't think about it right now; he's having a hard time thinking at all. Taikon's plea baffles him so thoroughly that all he can do is stand there and blink for a moment, a silvered statue with canted ears and a deafening pulse. When he finds the presence of mind to react, all he can manage is a faint, slightly halting Why?