It’s so easy to slip into the familiar grayness, where nobody depends on me and nobody’s life is at stake.
Funny, considering I’m the nobody.
“Soli.”
No.
“Soli. You’re worrying me.”
“… Eat some fish …”
“Think … river …”
River? No.
“Soli. Solitude. Please.”
But the nothingness. It’s where I belong, because I’m nobody.
“Soli!”
Which Kaelen is asking me?
No.
CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
Wet. Cold. On my face.
“Soli. Please. Please come back to me.”
I can’t.
“We need your help. Soli, you can’t do this. Please. Come back out of the Gray.”
I wish I knew how.
CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
Day.
Night.
Day again?
Does it matter?
“Soli. Please. Don’t make me do this.”
I don’t care what you do. I don’t care about anything.
“Soli, I’m so sorry.”
Watersplashing on my face.
What?
“We have to leave this place. Now.”
