Khan lost track of time, remaining before the dead Bret while emptying bottle after bottle. Random, incomplete thoughts occasionally surged in his mind, but nothing stuck. Meanwhile, countless memories filled his vision, reminding him of a period when his universe was only as big as one of Ylaco's blocks.
The buzzing phone reminded Khan of a world outside his head. The network usually didn't reach those parts of the Slums, but the planted soldiers had solved the issue to update Khan. Still, he easily ignored his device. His brain often failed to notice the noise, focusing solely on the internal struggle.
It felt strange to hurt so much. Khan knew he should have gotten used to death and loss, but his heart bled anyway. The powerlessness, regret, and anger inside him fused to create a poison that deprived him of his strength, and things didn't end there.
