Kohra sat in the bath, in front of the fireplace, shivering. The water had long ago gone cold, the fire had died on the grate. The food Harold had prepared sat beside him on a table, cold and untouched. Kohra didn't notice any of these things. How long he had been like this, he didn't know, or care. Time had ceased to exist for him.
The amulet was on the floor. Kohra stared at it, unseeing. His mind was a loop of recent memories, playing over and over again in random, chaotic order. Caen'ir's hand gently reaching out for Kre'oss' shoulder as they disappeared. Alby standing as a statue, watching the carnage. Esbet's final words to him, her sagging body dying against his chest. Kre'oss on the cliff above, his sword dripping with blood. Esbet encased in ice beside Fei'Yin.
In the back of his mind, barely aware he was doing it, he kept repeating: "I'm not here, this isn't happening."
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Go here for the music I was listening to for this post:
http://uk.youtube.com/watch?v=7vFaoA7t2RE
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