Enya didn't walk. She quite literally dragged Raizen. He stumbled after her through the greenhouse corridors while she pointed at everything like she was giving a tour to someone who actually asked for one.
"And that one is called a whiteberry vine - don't eat it, you'll cry for an hour. And that one is a whisper fern, it closes when you shout! And this one - oh this one - this one is from the third shelf, it only blooms once every—"
Raizen nodded absently.
Once. Twice.
Then his eyes glazed over.
He tried to listen. He really did. But his brain felt like it moved through thick syrup. The past days sat on his shoulders like wet cloth - heavy, cold, clinging.
Mission. Anathema. Elin. The whisper. Kenzo and Atman cracking the platform in a mocking fight. Mina grabbing him by the collar, then panicking. Enya overhearing everything like it was a joke.
Now plants.
Lots of plants. Too many.
