Rising Sun Valley katávasi

He was all that he hated, all that he swore he would never be.

Their faces had blurred and melted with the flames; they were living fire itself. His own silence had turned to screams and wracking sobs, shaking his frailty like an autumn struck leaf.

He was alone, even when they were with him; eventually he felt the Singer, but He spoke in ripping grief. He did not leave him, though Everett knew He had every right - but nor did He answer.

He saw Reverie running and lifting on the wings of a golden bird. He saw @Foxglove screaming, contorted, a banshee who did not leave whether he closed or opened his eyes. He heard the slur of @Peridot and Carnelian. He saw himself flying too, pivoting towards the sun, and catching fire.

He did not see Reina.

He did not see Tybault.

And as he fell, he felt every bone within him crush and splinter.

The colours broke and burst.

The world was on fire -

He screamed a wordless groan.

The Lamb touched his forehead, and peace and grief shivered through him all at once. 

All went dark.