And that eye taught me one thing:
There is no justice.
Not in life.
Not in death.
People say death is the great equalizer.
But that’s one great bullshit.
Only someone who’s never watched an innocent person die screaming would believe that.
No one’s watching.
No one gives a damn.
So now I do.
Maybe I wasn’t meant to.
Maybe I wasn’t built for this.
But I’ve seen too much.
And now I see too much.
And I can’t unsee it.
I’m not pretending I’m good.
I know what I am. I’m a monster.
But at least I’m a monster who sees.
And when the scales tip too far?
I’ll tip them back.
One soul at a time.
Before I even get the chance to stand up, walk over to Cassian and his mom, and tell them everything’s going to be okay, I get yanked back into the dark.
The familiar kind.
The kind that never means anything good lately.
Not unless you are Death himself and you want to scare some mortal, extinguishable soul into obedience.
My body vanishes before I even touch the floor again. The hallway, the scent of old perfume and blood and spiritual combustion, Nathaniel’s arms around me. It all of it rips away like a page torn from a book.
And just like that, I’m back in the void.
Pitch black. As always.
No body. No shape. Just… me.
And it takes me less than a second to figure out who pulled me here. Again.
