Iktome Plains dead souls and a really big globe.

Please.

Please.

Please...

Artaax continued to fall apart, slowly forgetting that Kiwi was even there. She was gracious enough not to remind him, to instead fade away from him as she was overtaken by the news and her own reaction. It allowed him a moment to deal with the overwhelming load of emotion he already had whirling around him. Only he needed more than a moment. He needed an eternity, and it still would not be enough. Not even close.

He curled away from her, willing her to just go away. He couldn't face what he had done to her, let alone give her anything more of what she deserved to know - How, when, why. He wanted nothing of this entire world, but as much as he willed it, it just wouldn't disappear, nor could he disappear from it. He was trapped in this devastation, and there was no way out. Maybe Artaax could've found a way, but not what was left of him. This was all there was now. Just endless black where he had once had a life.

"Get away from me," he whispered, shutting his eyes. His sobs had quieted a few moments ago without his notice. His was so exhausted. He justed wanted to sleep again, and never have to wake up again and face another day of this, "Don't let anyone find you."