Nothing.
That's what Ferro felt as he fell into the void, after Anko let him go.
It felt good, for a time. The sensation of not existing.
But when he opened his eyes, he was in an unfamiliar city.
Remembering what he saw, Ferro pulled himself into a seat, holding himself by the knees as he sat in the middle of the road, weeping for the sister he'd lost.
He cried until there were no tears left, heedless of the time. Barely cognizant of his surroundings.
Until he heard footsteps approaching.
Someone sat next to him, and a moment later, Ferro felt something light settle on his shoulders and back. Malzkael's wings. A second set of steps ended as Rainier sat on his left. They remained silent, just sitting there. Being with him.
Maybe the silence begged to be filled.
Maybe he was so dry of tears he needed to spill words instead.
When he spoke, the force of his grief became unstoppable.
