The words from Dorrik were not entirely unexpected; even if I did not say anything, my arrival alone was filled with mysteries, and a lesser man would not be able to endure my silence.
I opened my mouth to answer, but the words did not come. It was not that I did not want to tell him. It was that I did not know where to start. The loop, the deaths, the gates, the Sovereign, the Pivot- it was all too much, too tangled, too vast to fit into a single conversation.
"One day," I said. "When I understand it myself. I am still… lost."
"Ah, I will have to hold back my curiosity." Dorrik sighed, "The beast you ate was not supposed to be that effective. I had planned six more trips, but I feared that I would not be able to make it. The storm has delayed the advancement of the armies of the fallen gods, but it would not hold them back forever, and the Sky-Deer is an elusive prey for one like myself, but to heal the soul, there is nothing better."
