The world outside Haven City Jail blurred into a haze of sunlight and static as Hermes walked.
No destination. Just movement. As if his body thought motion could distract from the ice forming in his stomach.
He stopped in an alleyway, leaned against a wall, and breathed.
Deep in. Hold. Out.
Didn't help.
He clutched the stolen drive tighter in his hand, knuckles pale. It felt heavy. Too heavy for a piece of plastic. Like it was filled with a thousand sharp edges and every one of them pointed straight into his heart.
He had taken a copy of the recording of Eirwyn interrogating and torturing Trivia, and saved it in this thing. It's crazy how technology has come so far where we can hold a piece of truth in our hands.
'He used Cryoshift. My power. He used it to hurt someone.'
Hermes wanted to scream. Rip out his throat. Tear off the blindfold he had willingly worn for so long.
You idiot.
