There was still strength he could use, still movement somewhere around him, still things he could tear apart. The desire rose so sharply that, for an instant, touching the Rune felt like the wrong choice.
[00:12]
"No…"
His voice emerged as a hoarse growl. He barely recognized it, but saying the word helped him keep his hand moving.
[00:11]
He remembered his mother without managing to recall her face. Someone was waiting for him. He had promised to return, and the certainty of that promise survived even while the details refused to come.
An old man followed, along with a fist, training, and pain. Someone had believed he could become stronger. Then red hair flashed through his thoughts, and a woman laughed at something he could no longer remember saying.
The images began slipping away. Kael used what remained of them to raise his hand.
He slammed his palm against the fragment.
[BEAST]
