“What now?” Kisten sighed as we sat on the dirt floor, in the remains of the cave. My outburst had collapsed the entrance to the cave and the Seraph’s light was flying though all the tunnels, trying to see if they could find one that led back above ground. “I mean, you have Mortem’s memories, but…”
“We’re still separate,” I agreed, gently touching my cross as I hummed with thought. Both Azyam and Mortem were quiet and it was obvious they were just as confused as me. I sighed as I stroked the wood, trying to work through our emotions. “Something is still missing.”
“But what could it be?” Kisten mused, playing with his hands as the light reappeared only to disappear down another tunnel. For a brief moment we were illuminated, only to be plunged back into darkness. “You remember everything.
