“Master, you should really stop this brooding you have found yourself in,” Shamus said while he dusted around Lucius’s room. “Or at least bathe.”
Lucius ignored his caretaker and stared into the fire, which reminded him of Karina’s hair for the hundredth time that day. He didn’t want to move. Didn’t want to think. Didn’t even want to breathe. What was the use of his existence? What was the point of continuing on?
He tried for the Fade a week back and Tomas made good on his threat of force feeding him residual energy. The scolding afterwards was for the record books. He was sure Dee would have summoned him, but he was true to his word about giving Lucius vacation time. It was clear they still kept an eye on him if Desmond and Tomas were tag-teaming him on visits. As stuck as moss to a tr
