At last, help had arrived—but it was already too late for Uriel. He would never be the same again. In fact, spending so much time here had stripped him of all motivation. If he kept thinking, it was only because he couldn't stop himself, nothing more.
Uriel couldn't see, but he felt—or rather, Soliel, somehow, made him feel—that she was there with him.
"Young Uriel, I have arrived. It is time for you to leave this place."
He had longed to hear those words before, when he still held hope of being rescued. Yet now that he finally heard them, he felt nothing. As time passed, he had grown accustomed to his new existence. He stopped missing the things he could no longer do and embraced the void.
The lights seemed to understand what Uriel was thinking. They moved sadly, almost devoid of the energy they had the first time he saw them.
"Things are not as you believe. A long time may have passed here, but in the tower, only a few hours have gone by. You can still return to your life."
