You’re... you’re right, sweetie. *Shiox softly concurs, closing his eyes tight, pressing aside the unpleasant sensations to focus back on that unhappy future looming ever closer. Nothing has changed, there’s death in the air—it’s so thick, so black, he can literally taste it.
It’s sickening. So sickening.* Just... get us there, Varada, and I’ll make sure we get the happy ending. I promise. *he states, his voice firm, his breaths evening out.*