Fire. Void. Destiny
"Is something wrong Brother? What troubles you?"
Her muted reply comes from afar, as if through a heavy curtain. Her voice is familiar . . . and yet it is tinged with . . . what? Concern?
It is so hard to . . . tell.
Quick as a blink, the world ceases it's murky, sick tint and his eyes burn with terrible clarity. Hyper-sensitivity shatters mind and body like thin glass, and inwardly he writhes at the searing cuts. A breath of wind is a scream. The sandy street grinds his feet away. Colors . . . they burn the eyes.
He stifles a moan as his brain is struck with a violent ache. He totters, nerves on fire.
He feels every scratch on the nearby figures metallic blue body, every creak and groan of her metal bones, and every swish of her toned muscles rubbing against rough silver armor.
Her sunset eyes glow bright and make him wince. She is concerned. More than that, she is alarmed; wary.
Rightly so. She should be. He can burn her to ash.
He opens his mouth in shock at the evi