"So, it was a combination of misunderstandings leading to that end, but what it all came down to was… Emma," Herbert was explaining with his heavy accent to my family and two knights in the name of the Turners. "She had to be taken out of the picture, otherwise, things would have never progressed... Everything that happened was to secure that little hope our world had of restraint, or in the worst-case scenario, rising from the ashes of today,"
Whatever.
We sat in Montana's packhouse around the kitchen bar table. The idea was to get some food in our system, but nobody could stomach anything thicker than water right now. I couldn't even stomach that much. Must be the aftershocks of surviving a certain end.
I could hardly believe any of it... everything seemed so far away.
The sun of this long day sank down the horizon outside the many windows behind Arthur's head. And the darkness that replaced it was more than welcomed... Predictable, comforting...
