"Revan...."
The sound came from deep within an impossibly far darkness.
Like a voice calling through deep water.
"...Revan."
With each call, the voice drew closer, the water thinning around it layer by layer until what bled through was unmistakably warm, unmistakably soft, unmistakably familiar.
"Revan. Hey. Revan."
A young girl's voice, gentle in a way that made something inside his chest tighten without permission.
The kind of voice that spoke with a tenderness so natural it couldn't have been practiced, the effortless warmth of someone who cared deeply and didn't know how to hide it.
He knew this voice.
He was certain of it. The shape of it, the cadence, the way it wrapped around his name like it was something precious, all of it triggered a recognition that sat just below the surface of his consciousness, close enough to feel but too deep to reach.
For a moment, Revan let himself sink into it.
The pain was gone here.
