Kael and Seris stood on their side of the wall in silence. The kind of silence that came from shock rather than choice. The kind that preceded either action or complete breakdown.
Not the comfortable silence of people who'd run out of things to say. The terrible silence of people processing trauma in real-time. Trying to understand how their world had just rearranged itself without warning.
Two people. Where there had been five. Without Tank's tactical leadership that had kept them alive through situations that should have killed them.
Without Whisper's navigation that had guided them through corridors that made no geometric sense. Without Zeph's analytical problem-solving that identified patterns before they became fatal.
Just a claustrophobic fighter with severe fear issues and a healer.
