Re: Abra, Dan, Higgs
Dan found himself quickly pulled by the umbilical towards the Higgs in front of Abra, suddenly submerged in a deep red and vibrant liquid. The umbilical passed into the tank on Higgs' chest, plugged into what looked like an impossibly small, emaciated and decaying version of Higgs floating in the foetal position in the middle of the tank.
It was kicking, struggling and thrashing weakly, as though suffering through final moments of death throes. This was the source of the native mind, the deeper psyche. It sustained the echoes and imprints of the souls outside, tormented by it's own guilt and their collective anger.
Dan would understand now, that Abra had been right and that Higgs had been telling the truth. The last scrap of what made the man human was here, dying it's death. Dan could feel it, this last glimmer of hope was fading in front of him and there was nothing anyone in this universe or beyond could do to save it. Whatever made the man behind the Higgs that stood in front of them now, that had arrived on the station in his own way, that had started all of this in the promise of seeing his son again in the afterlife was about to be gone forever. What would remain would be a hollow echo of experience, shattered by the ordeal of undertaking the will of the Shards that made him, possessing and comprised nothing other than evil.
Then, a piercing feeling shattered this horrible prospect. A feeling of dread, of something deeply wrong, of an anger born of realisation and the rumbling rise of wrath. A feeling that could only mean Loki and Rhysand had done something somewhere.