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Beyond? Or above?

It stretched out like the sky, but it was an ocean. A sky that he could touch. A sky that he could reach. But a sky that he should not touch. Because it was neither sky nor ocean. It was a sea of words, countless words whirling about, each word attached to meaning, each meaning attached to reality.

And to take that plunge was to drown within that excess of emptiness.

So he reached out. Not to take, but to receive.

To receive the single droplet from the abyssal depths.

It rang in his mind, resonating with his silver blood.

[i]Selector.[/i]

[color=BD892F]“-haps.”[/color]

Brent blinked, tilting his head towards Sophia. Had she said something? Did he doze off? He blinked some more, trying to clear out the double-vision that he was seeing. Maybe there was some lingering green fog. Or maybe he was just tired. For a moment there, all he had was more questions, before he realized something else.

Something had intrinsically changed within him. He looked at his hand, looked at all that surrounded him, and decided that this was also something that he could deal with later.

After all, the world around him was so much louder than his own thoughts. A superhuman smashed into Shane’s barrier, before being promptly encased in a crystalline cage, his screams and hunger still audible from the breathing holes made in it. Arguments and tears resounded all around, Arbiters and Aberrations clawing each other about with guilt, shock and anger. And, at the center of all this were the four dead bodies that Shane had dragged out of the battlefield.

A redhead with her neck twisted into a corkscrew.

A brown girl with her throat torn out.

Two soldiers, headless.

He had a feeling that these people weren’t concerned at all about the dead soldiers.

Another girl walked up to Shane now, and his feelings were correct. What, did they become besties in one day? One hour? His eyes narrowed even more as Shane replied not with a true explanation, but with what was essentially an obvious message to ‘hit him’. That was ugly. Did she feel better after the slap? Did he feel better after that slap? Was this going to do anything that would help either of them?

No.

Brent closed his eyes, before he watched the two once more.

They were both just dealing with their frustrations and weaknesses in their own way, huh?

Beneath his skin, his blood [i]tingled.
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