Night had fallen, and everything grew quiet—so quiet that Joshua could even hear Henry's steady breathing.
But he couldn't fall asleep. He knew he should, that he needed to rest and prepare for tomorrow, yet his mind wouldn't stop circling around the same thoughts.
He remembered his previous world—he only knew that he had died, died in agony, but also escaped from hell.
But what about Henry? How was he... after Joshua had been taken away like that? Was he alright?
Joshua instinctively began scratching at his fingers. He squeezed his eyes shut, retreating deep into his own consciousness. He was afraid that if he continued to think, something uncontrollable would happen again.
He didn't want to truly become a lunatic.
Inside his Sea of Consciousness, everything was still covered in ice and snow. The cold was unbearable. It should have been the place where he felt most at peace, yet Joshua couldn't bring himself to like it.
