21.Journeying
These clothes feel rough against my skin. I have grown accustomed to satin and silk. I run my hand across my chest and feel Daniel's eyes on me.
I turn and try to smile.
We are going home. This should be a time for happiness.
I stand, holding his offer of support off with a raised hand. I am use to being obeyed.
Still weak, I walk with as much dignity as I can muster through the tunnels. I hold my head high and look at no one. As befits a god. Or as befits a monster.
He still whispers.