Julian had always battled depression, and lately he'd been treating his own recovery like it didn't matter. After everything that happened today, I was scared he would finally let go of the little willpower he had left.
It was strange, watching it all unfold. The people who hurt me were now walking straight into the kind of pain they once laughed off when it belonged to me.
The Morrigans were falling apart. Even the ones still breathing looked like they'd been crushed from the inside. Julian wasn't any different. The illness was already eating at him, and now despair was finishing the job.
It felt like some invisible hand had lowered them into suffering slowly enough to keep them alive, but not enough to give them peace.
And I won't lie… they brought it on themselves.
Julian stared at me with dull, lifeless eyes, like he was waiting for one sentence to save him. In that moment, I realized I might be the only "light" he thought he had left.
He wanted forgiveness.
