Zylus not once felt guilty at what was conspiring. He simply saw Emilia walk out, but his emotions felt numb. He was pained, in his heart, in his head; he just felt mentally hurt.
The people around him stayed still, their lips went off, moving and mixing, but Zylus couldn't hear any of it; those voices felt distant. He saw their lips move on and off, pause for a couple of seconds to breathe, yet none of it applied to him.
His sense of self just seemed to… change.
And then, small whispers came resurfacing at the back of his head.
"Zylus," the first whisper felt narrow but sharp, yet he still didn't react; he thought they were part of the crowd.
Then, the voice rang again, Zylus's eyes widened.
"Zylus," it sounded louder now; it felt as though his sense of self was coming back to him, one he didn't expect would be gone.
