Charon's quest it might have been, but that meant little to Shaheen as she scoured the land with her own insanity tainted gaze. Their surroundings reeked of impurity, as though infected by a terminal sickness, and it was impossible not to have her nose wrinkle in digust.
But even now, after all of her efforts to cure herself, to control the insanity that slowly ate away at her insides, after feeling, in a sense, that she had actually succeeded, it still called to her. It still coaxed from her a sense of longing, a need to shed her body and join the whispers that sought to lull her.
Shik's words earned him a sharp glance, as eyes that had seemed for a moment to have grown empty, sharpened to attention once more.
"No. I was alone then, and without hope, or anything else to keep me anchored."
Clearly this situation was completely different.
