Leonel sat in silent meditation. Absolutely nothing was happening around him, and the same was true of within him. His mind was completely clear and his minds seemed to have entered a state of dormancy. He was truly doing nothing at all, simply waiting.
It was a novel sort of feeling. He hadn't been able to clear his mind like this for a long time, staring at the blank, dark space of his own eyelids. But it did nothing to change the negative emotions stirring within him.
He could feel it bubbling upward, that cold indifference toward everything, that look that gazed down upon the world itself as though nothing was important before his whims. It was the very same emotion that he had feared taking root in himself for so long, and yet he had inevitably reached this point despite his efforts… and the greatest shame of it all was that he simply didn't care.
