Talk.
The word hung in the golden mist as the vessel of THE Sealed One stood on four broken foundations, blood running freely down his wrists and pooling in his shoes, and instead of answering her, he lifted his merely human eyes and gazed up at the prisons.
They went on and on. Wall after mountain after wall of stacked gray cells, and in every cell, a face! An Infinite Lifeform staring at nothing as its silent seas stayed dark. A Gilded one with its brilliance snuffed, hugging its own knees. Source Lifeforms pressed against metal, ancient True Lifeforms sitting perfectly still in the way of beings who had run out of things to try, and down every corridor, in every direction, for gigaparsecs, those same three tenants living in every pair of eyes.
Despair. Horror. Fear!
