In the memory, Lith was surrounded by his little brother, nieces, and nephews that were born because of him. There was Solus, free to keep her human body and enjoy the food and the company of their family.
There was Kamila, holding his hand and nurturing the life they had created.
It was a picture of the present that stood as firm as a mountain range against the tidal wave of suffering caused by hunger, the loss of his friends, and all the hardships he had gone through.
The memory of Nalear breaking their bond, the sense of loss from when the Odi had apparently killed Solus didn't stand a chance against her smiling figure.
The trouble of the past was crushed by the certainty of the present.
Lith gritted his teeth, searching for the familiar light of his bond with Solus to guide him through the darkness. When he was able to see again, Lith was standing on his own legs while everyone else was still either curled up or unsteady.
