ANDEN
CHASING THE SUN
It was the silence that worried him. Had he already made a mistake? He knew first hand how difficult it all was to grasp. Deep down Anden still wasn't entirely sure that it wasn't some form of afterlife. He had to hope though. Hope that he was alive. Hope that this was his new reality. It may not be his ideal circumstance, or really one that he would ever choose to live again, but it was his reality. Separated from his twin perhaps forever, but maybe not. From everyone he had met, he knew there was only one choice for him now, to keep moving forward. One day when, or if he found Eloise Marie again, he didn't want to be a shell of the person he once was. "You're not dead."
Stupid. That was a stupid thing to say. If she didn't think she was dead already, she's definitely going to think she was now. Anden growled at his incompetence.
"This isn't the afterlife - at least that's what everyone tells me. This is Caido. A world shaped by the Gods."
She seemed trusting. So open. Pure almost. Almost the exact opposite of what Anden had been like not too long ago. Closed off, untrusting, argumentative. It was a miracle that Oliver had even allowed him to stay with him.
"There are Gods here." Anden confirmed. "I hope that you haven't been cursed by one already." Anden wasn't shy about his feelings for The Voice. In the darkness it was hard for Anden to make out whether or not the women was also Ascended - damned to haunt Caido in an empty shell.
