Dark stood in the middle of it and felt the end of the borrowed time arriving. He was ready to say goodbye, yet right then his eyes snapped open with urgency and alarm.
A murky darkness leaked from their edges, seeping outward from the corners in thin, living threads that moved against no wind and followed no gravity, curling into the air around his face with the purposeful quality of something that had been contained and was now finding the gaps in its container.
Dark's face, which had held its calm and easy expression through everything that had preceded this moment, through the entire engagement, through the battle and the dying domain and the ending of Envy's existence, moved through emotions with the rapid, uncontrolled sequence of a mind that had just received information it had not been prepared to receive.
Confusion arrived first, genuine and unguarded, the expression of something encountering a fact that did not fit within any framework it had available.
