Rhea stumbled, her hand flying to her chest as if to catch a runaway heart. The silence inside her mind was absolute, a terrifying vacuum where Elias’s presence had been anchored for years. She looked at him in the dim, flickering fluorescent light of the entry corridor. He looked diminished, the silver-glow of his skin replaced by a pale, sickly grey. His obsidian wings were clamped tight against his back, no longer responding to his mental commands."Elias?" she whispered, her voice sounding thin and hollow in the reinforced concrete hallway.He didn't answer immediately. He was staring at his hands, opening and closing his fists as if relearning how to use them. When he finally looked up, his golden eyes were dim, but they held a raw, human stubbornness that the Null-Field couldn't touch."I can't feel you, Rhea," he said, his voice a low, jagged rasp. "But I can see you. And I know you're there. That’s the flaw in their math. They think the 'Sweetness' is a signal we receive.
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