Cillian Forrest watched her with his deep, quiet eyes, waiting for her to speak.
The night always seems to make it easier for people to let down their guard and reveal things they would normally keep hidden.
Sophie Wexler sat on the bed, her eyelids lowered, hiding most of the expression in her eyes.
"I died," Sophie Wexler said softly.
Cillian Forrest's breath hitched.
Sophie Wexler looked up, a faint smile touching her lips, and repeated, "I dreamed that I died."
"I offended and hurt someone, so I was abandoned on a Barren Planet, attacked by Starbugs, and died when my Spiritual Sea collapsed."
Sophie Wexler described her dream—or more accurately, the eventual fate of the body's original owner.
The room was utterly silent. Cillian Forrest's gaze was fixed on her, scrutinizing every flicker of emotion on her face.
He knew she was telling the truth.
