Raven leaned back on his bed, arms folded behind his head, watching a spider crawl on the ceiling with all the enthusiasm of a man dodging paperwork.
His thoughts were calm for once—relatively.
The whole time dilation thing with Arietta had left him disoriented, like emotional whiplash seasoned with godly mood swings.
Omni had finally quieted down too, his tattooed form stretching across Raven's arm like a black tribal pattern relaxing after a long trauma session.
"You good now?" Raven asked lazily, eyes still on the ceiling.
"Yeah, yeah… I did some soul yoga," Omni muttered like he was stretching out trauma. "Heard it helps—and turns out, it actually does. Real mind-cleansing stuff."
He paused, then added with gangster-level deadpan, "Then I imagined screamin' into a dimension where sound doesn't echo. Real therapeutic. That silence? Chef's kiss."
"That doesn't sound sane."
"It probably isn't. But I don't care. I needed it."
