The longer I lay there on the floor, only being able to look at people and piles of ash by turning my head, the worse I felt.
I guess I really shouldn't be surprised by that. This wasn't the first time I had come this close to death... hell... I had even died. But that didn't mean that the side effects of dealing with the Devourer weren't a bitch.
And seriously... who like pain? There wasn't a single good thing about pain, and whoever said otherwise was probably full of bullshit.
Or liked inflicting it.
But I digress. I had a shit ton of things that needed to be done sooner rather than later....and bitching about pain wasn't going to make it go away.
The first thing on my list was not to talk to my arch nemesis and general pain in my ass while I was on my back.
I wasn't going to give her the satisfaction of reenacting the last twenty minutes of my last life.
Not without one of us dying.
You know... for authenticity's sake.
