"That's…" I wasn't sure what to say. I dropped my hands from the circle. Ghost's words had wisdom, but fear and JJ didn't connect well in my head. Not at first, not when I thought about his complete surety of himself, of his actions and beliefs. And new things—wasn't looking for them the entire point?
But then… Then I remembered the shadows in his normally so bright eyes, shadows that the century of sleep in a sealed coffin put in there. And maybe other things, too. JJ had fears, just like any other person… and if my cohabitation with him taught me something, is that even now he preferred to sleep as rarely as he could without dropping with exhaustion.
When I remembered that, the idea of him running from something didn't seem that implausible. He promised to return, that was true—he stuck to his obligations, just like he stuck to the fact that he needed to keep himself rested. But…
