By the time they entered the hall again, Lucas wasn't looking for anything anymore. That habit had been worn down over the last few sessions, stripped away piece by piece until there wasn't much left to rely on. He still noticed things, of course. The way people stood, the way the air felt, the subtle changes in posture across the room. But he didn't expect those details to tell him anything useful. They hadn't, not lately.
Still, something felt different.
Not heavier. Not lighter. Just… disconnected.
Tomas walked beside him, quieter than usual, his usual restlessness dulled into something more subdued. He glanced around the room, then looked back at Lucas with a faint frown. "I can't tell if I'm getting used to this or if it's getting worse."
Lucas exhaled slowly. "Both."
Tomas huffed out a breath, not quite a laugh. "That's reassuring."
