Caelith did not expect company here — not in this forgotten stretch of silence between what once was and what would never be again. And yet, there he stood. The figure was… old, though not in the way time touched mortals. Something deeper. Something foundational.
“…You shouldn’t still be here” the words came quietly, not accusation — recognition. A pause lingered before Caelith’s gaze sharpened slightly “…then again. Neither should I.”