Sometime later…
Halo had been unconscious for days. After three weeks of hell, he could finally sleep without weight crushing his shoulders, his neck stiff with tension, or those red eyes hungrily watching his blood.
When Mika fell, fever claimed him. Once he finally woke, he found himself in Iris's home.
Initially, he woke to system notifications flooding his vision, but his thoughts were scattered and unfocused. He swept them away without reading.
He rested gently.
Hours passed without letting Iris realize that he was awake.
Truth be told, he needed to sort out his feelings about her abandoning him to three weeks of torture.
He felt nothing.
He wasn't emotionless.
His heart functioned normally, he could experience pain and relief. But her actions? Those left him numb, uncertain how to feel.
He should have been furious. He'd nearly died, after all. But even that wasn't enough to spark anger. It didn't mean he trusted her, though.
