He didn't speak.
Didn't look at them.
He lay in the cell, skin gray, eyes sunken, body humming with so much Ether it made the walls vibrate.
Too many bonds.
Too many emotions.
He felt everything.
Mina's fear. Liora's rage. Zarya's thrill. Celes's hunger. Reya's guilt.
He was a broken mirror reflecting five different fires.
When Reya touched his face, he flinched.
"I'm not me anymore," Kael whispered. "I don't know who I am."
Zarya crouched beside him, eyes dark.
"Then let us decide."