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The oppressive, near-tangible blackness was suffocating, deafening, growing with every syllable that came out of Orzo-Xavian’s mouth. It sent shivers down Wes’s spine—and yet, it wasn’t enough to quell the fury blazing in his chest. Wes barked out a laugh—a sharp, bitter, mocking laugh. He...

Wes was jarred out of his stupor by Mitch’s—no, Nate’s?—shout over his shoulder. Under normal circumstances, Wes wouldn’t have let him off without demanding an explanation, but at the moment he could no longer bring himself to care. Still, he filed away a mental note to confront “Mitch” later...

“Did you hit your head or something, or have you always been this stupid?” Wes snapped. “I haven’t said a single damn—” Wes forgot his simmering anger almost instantly. So he…he hadn’t imagined it. She was talking, really talking, and apparently Mitch wasn’t a Mitch but a Nate, and did she say...

“Wh—my damage?” Wes spluttered. He bristled as Mitch stepped closer, and suspected that were it not for Novo, the guy would have gotten up in his face. He mirrored Mitch’s stance and returned the withering glare. “Look. I’m not the one picking a fight out of nothing. You really wanna start shit...

Wes jumped at the shout and turned to its source, tense and at the ready—were they being attacked? Here, now? Then he saw Mitch, and relaxed ever so slightly when he realized there was no danger—only to tense up again as the man stomped toward him through the mist, face twisted with fury. Wes...

"I just don't think I could forgive someone like him, you know? Now that I know what kind of person he is." The hairs on the back of Wes’s neck stood up. He snapped his head around to Gladion—but Gladion was simply walking and smiling at Hazel, who had bounded over to chat with someone else...

Wes had mostly been joking, but now that Gladion said it was a real possibility, he had to think for a moment. Something he could wish for, that he could take home with him… But to his surprise, he found he couldn’t come up with anything. Neo and Novo were happy and content as long as they were...

Wes stifled a laugh at Hazel’s response. She looked so earnest, he didn’t want to make her feel bad by laughing—but gods, her child-like answers were doing his nerves some good. He offered her a small smile. “Well, I like this new style. It suits you.” Wes shook his head at Gladion’s story...

Well, the place was certainly fitting for a ruthless ghost that called himself a king. Wes refused to let his apprehension show, regardless of the way it trickled down his spine like icy water and nearly made him shiver. Now wasn’t the time for hesitation. He felt Neo press against his leg...