2024-07-11 - And the Sun Sets Again - 5.5

It was difficult to tell, at first, with the struggle that it was to keep one’s head above the dark, to focus, but the realisation came with those exact same gasps of air that the mundane ones did. It made it hurt more. There were less lights in the not-so-empty. It was becoming emptier, back to how it used to be. Colder.

Even when it slowly became easier, when the struggle was not so much and when Myrcelleth could finally float along as he did before, it was different. He didn’t have the energy, spent as he was, to try to stop Mother. They could only come to understand, to know that some of their companions, quiet as they were, were gone. They were quiet too - would the same have happened to them? To lovely, lonely Misogauth? He remembered the trembling of Neath and Misogauth against him and he felt… hollow.

He needed them to be okay, even through the heartbreak of the others not being so.