Malik didn't move for a while, just staring blankly at the world around him.
The lighthouse was closer now, but still far off in the distance, its light unchanging.
He let out an exacerbated sigh.
"...Even more walking."
The air was warming up, a sign that the Shams was rising.
It made him feel drowsy, his eyelids heavy.
Though he'd been taking naps every other day, whenever he could, it still was never enough.
His mind felt foggier than ever, and his body moved with such delay that it felt like his brain was protesting every command.
For a moment, he almost convinced himself to stay still—just for a little longer.
Maybe it wouldn't hurt.
But then, he saw it—him.
Sinbad.
Sitting across from him, legs crossed, a goofy grin plastered across his face.
"You should rest; you need it~."
Malik froze, his chest tightening painfully.
