005 – Seeking Solace
He was empty. It was an acute feeling, made all the more real by the wind whistling straight through his suit and through his ribs in a painful (and chilly) reminder that he was dead and therefore had no internal organs. Ha-ha, Echo would have said. Punny.
That wasn't it, though. He knew something was missing, but he wasn't sure what… Other then Alison and Persephone, of course. And oh, how it angered him that Serpine managed to end the war for a good few months with his life intact, surrender, and save his own skin, but there was no helping that now. He would just have to wait.
Unfortunately, the idea of revenge wasn't as potent a drug now as it as a good 100 years ago, where the merest mention of Serpine, or even a passing woman who happened to have blond or black hair sent him into agony.
Those feelings had faded, eventually, but now he had nothing to cling to, even negative emotions.
Standing, he decided to go see what Echo was up to. Surely she could say something that would cheer him up…?
Right?
He hoped that it wouldn't end in an argument, as it usually did when either of them was in a nostalgic mood.