Fenilen's eyes jerked up at Sairque defensively when she suggested that he may be talking to himself. "Can't you see them? There's dozens of them! All linked together by chains! Little children, elderly... There's so many of them. And they're all stuck here! This chain has to lead somewhere! It has to mean something!" Fenilen spoke hurriedly, tears still running down his face. "Why can't you see them? They're everywhere!" His grip tightened around the ghostly girl as she began to recount her sad tale to him. The tears only came in greater and greater numbers as the tale went on and on. Killed by her own father because she had wanted the comfort of her mother's loving embrace. Inhuman. Wrong. Sickening!
Images of his mother coughing up blood in her bed shot through his mind. The normally pristine white sheets of the bed were stained with smatterings of dark red blood. Her crimson lips and pale skin were caked with dried blood, the product of the bloody coughs. Fenilen's whole body shook and his sobs came with renewed vigor as he watched her life fade away before him, watched as she past from this life into the next...
Watched as his choice killed her. He had only wanted comfort! He had only wanted to feel her loving arms around him as his body was wracked with the pain of the plague! Why did she have to die!? She didn't do anything wrong! Why did it have to be her? Why? Why? Why? Endless questions shot through his grieving and guilty mind, all whilst his body shook with his sobs and his eyes went red from his tears. He watched as his father approached, the father that had raised him in the rare moments he had been home. His knees buckled and he fell to the ground, begging for mercy, begging for the anger in the man's eyes to go away. He hadn't meant to kill her! Why couldn't he forgive him?
He felt the talons of the eagle lifting him up, watched as the ground beneath him blew past, watched as the Tomb came into view. His screams were lost as the howl of the wind stole them straight from his throat. Terror shot through every bit of his being. He was going to die. He was going to die! The wind burned his face and his eyes. He shut his eyes tight. The only indication he ever had that his world was about to end was the lack of the presence of the talons that had once held him. As he came back down to earth, he felt the heat of the mountain beneath him. The overwhelming heat.
He felt a moment of pain unlike any he had ever felt, and then he snapped back to reality. His sobbing had peaked after watching this powerful display of images. He spoke, choking on his words, trying to make himself feel better just as much as he was attempting the help the daughter.
"He's not here anymore. He's not going to hurt you. You're safe. He can't hurt you, the plague can't hurt you, no one can ever hurt you again. You're safe," he repeated the last two words over and over again, getting quieter and quieter with each repetition, until he finally stopped.
Eventually, his broken voice spoke to Sairque again, as a red, tear-stained face looked up at her. "Why can't you see them?" he asked pleadingly.