Neo's POV
Neo sat in the pilot's chair of the ship Kevin had given him.
The stars stretched endlessly beyond the viewing panel, yet none of it held his attention.
His mind was too scattered.
Thoughts came and went without pattern, and the silence of the ship only made the weight of them heavier.
At his waist, the sword shivered faintly.
A moment later, light spilled out of it, shaping itself into the form of a woman.
She was tall, striking, with long black hair and red eyes that softened when they landed on him.
She stood behind him.
"Neo," Obitus said.
She stepped closer and pulled him into her arms, holding on tightly as if she could absorb the pain from him.
"It will be alright."
She didn't need him to explain anything.
She could feel his emotions, and turmoil.
That was the bond between them.
And what she felt now scared her.
Neo was withering.
Piece by piece.
His will to continue forward was eroding.
