The day before the big battle, I went back to my room to sleep, at least for an hour or two.
Inside the unlit room... this time there was really no one.
'They are dead.'
Gurdas' death came to my mind for a moment. My mind was filled with thoughts. And then... I felt a force on my shoulder as if someone had put a hand on it.
"They're dead too, Aiden."
It was a familiar voice, a voice I'd heard whispering in my mind almost every time I'd been in battle, a voice I'd gotten... used to.
"Shut up."
I ignored my thoughts, ignored him, and let myself fall directly onto the bunk bed in the quadruple room.
I remembered the days when this place was full. I used to play chess with Gurdas and lose every now and then, Rulhan and I sometimes fought but it didn't take long for things to get better between us, and Durvan usually just watched what we were doing with simple facial expressions and reactions and didn't interfere too much. As he himself said, he was not very sociable.
