“Why?”
“Because…” Because he needed to come back. He needed to come back and be himself again, even though, she had suddenly realized, his doing so would destroy her mission. He was not whole, not by any means, but neither was he empty. He was not merely a shell that could be bound with no moral repercussions. There was a soul there, somewhere, one that could question, one that could save her life.
“I was hurt,” she said. “In a dream. I hoped you could help me.”
His eyes flickered into darkness, then lightened to blue again when he had looked her over. “All stretched out of shape.”
She nodded. “Yes.”
His mouth twitched into a weak smile so brief she could have blinked and missed it. “Sorry. I don’t know what I can do about it. I’m asleep. Look, though, we need to get you out of here.
