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Anger at himself. At who he was.

Anger at Cass… at Terian.

Anger at Jaden and Angeline and Sasquatch and Frankie.

Anger at Jon and Wreg.

Anger at Dalejem. Anger at Kali and Uye.

Anger at Ditrini.

Mostly though, he came back to himself.

More than any of them, he was angry at himself.

I felt his pain at how much he’d hurt me. I felt his pain that he hadn’t been there for me, that he’d only made things worse after I’d been crushed by seeing my parents, after seeing my parents broke my heart. I felt his anger that he’d been so fucking worthless to me in all of it.

I felt him wanting to be different.

I felt him wanting so badly for it all to be different.

I felt his light promise mine, in a heated vow that took my breath, that he’d never let any of them,any of them,especially himself, hurt me like that again.

I knew he meant it, in those few seconds.

I knew how badly he meant it.

Maybe for the first time, I also understood just how impossible such a vow truly was.

Without that harder thing choking off my heart and light, the truth didn’t sadden me, or make me feel hopeless, like before.

It just felt like truth.

Chapter38

Prophet

Feigran felt the person approach from behind him.

He felt them, well before he heard him.

Even so, his eyes remained fixed out the window in front of him.

Something in the sand pulled at his mind.

It swirled his light in concentric eddies.

The wind twisted the sand into longer cyclones; they glided softly across the top of strangely symmetrical dunes, leaving odd little footprints. It happened too far away for him to see it with his eyes, but he watched it anyway, in the darkest reaches of his mind, following the patterns as if mesmerized. Sand twisted and jerked in increasingly violent gusts of wind, creating looping funnels that reflected light, soft patterns of tinted glass, colors he could fall into, that he could almost smell under the heat of the sun on steel, on water, on skin.

Behind him, the person cleared their throat.

“Brother,” the seer said, patient.

Feigran turned his head.

He still clasped his hands at the base of his spine.

His mind clicked forward.

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