"He is here."
Ossa heard a female voice, one he was all too familiar with—it was the voice of Mors, the supposed human aspect of the system.
"Mors, are you okay?" He inquired, worried about Mors as he didn't hear from her, the monotone voice answering him earlier instead of her.
He thought he had spoken, yet his thoughts did not echo as he had no voice. This puzzled him, as he knew even in his mind's world he could speak, yet now he couldn't.
"Is it because of that blue sky?" he thought, his gaze on the blue sky above. Something that he was sure was new.
The blue color was non-luminous and thus did not affect the rest of the darkness around, his surroundings still as black as the void.
"This annoying thing. I told Francesco we should change it; it's causing a lot of trouble for us." Another voice sounded, snapping Ossa out of his thoughts.
