Inside Alexander, in the white room that was his soul, only two things were present.
The soul orb that contained all of Psyche, or rather Geminae's power, and Alexander's consciousness.
Both floated peacefully in the room, tethered to each other.
In the last month, the orb had shrunk considerably as it kept Alexander's soul in the mortal realm. This had been an instinctual reaction from the orb, as it felt it was connected to this man.
It had reached out through the gaps of its cage and tethered to the unmoving consciousness to feed it and keep it alive.
Suddenly, his body shook. It was only benign, at first, until I devolved into convulsions.
Alexander's eyes suddenly burst open as he took his first breath in weeks.
His body stopped floating as the tether between him and the orb disconnected, and he dropped to his back on the floor, gasping for air.
