Chapter Twenty-Five
"No no no no! Chen!"
The agony in Shanti's voice chilled Hsing's blood. He pulled her to him and buried her face in his chest so that she would not have to look at the sight any more. Before them was a debris field of metal. It was a Grey ship, blown apart by sonar blast.
"No, he's not gone," Shanti sobbed.
With the ship’s innards floating around in the abyss of the Heavens there was no way that any life on board had survived. When their marred brethren severed Hsing’s parents he'd felt an emptiness open and threaten to swallow him whole. He didn't feel that now. He felt numb.
Part of him wanted to shove Shanti away, fearful of what his first action as a marred Eloh would do to her. But another part of him, a louder part, clutched her to him, unwilling to ever let
