Lucien did not remain seated for long.
Failure had settled over him with brutal certainty, but certainty was not the same as finality.
He looked down at the young man again.
The body remained intact.
The heart had stopped. The organs had begun following it into death, but Living Creation could reverse that much without difficulty.
The real problem lay deeper.
The young man's spirit had been fractured. His identity had been broken apart so thoroughly that nothing remained whole enough for Lucien to call back.
Yet the fragments had not disappeared.
That distinction stopped Lucien.
His attention sharpened.
Fracture had destroyed the connection between the pieces, but those pieces still existed.
If they had already dissolved completely, Lucien would have accepted that there was nothing left to work with.
But they had not.
That meant history had not finished losing this person yet.
Lucien's expression slowly changed.
"There has to be a way."
