Everything looked out of place. What gnawed at me worse, what made the whole thing suspicious, was this: Light, of all the faces in six continents, was the damned one I always wound up beside whenever I gambled with my Soul Sanctum.
For one, I was brimming with energy. My shattered legs had knitted back whole, even if the rest of me still looked like I'd been hauled out of a well of dirt by my ankles. Alive, at least. Alive, and flying, and squinting down at the strange gate below.
I craned my neck around as best I could, since Light's wyvern had me clamped in one fist of talons, the claws biting cold straight through my coat. I'd gotten over the fear of him dropping me to my death. What I couldn't shake was how he'd ended up here at all.
I had watched that gate swallow me and only me while he turned tail and bolted for his dear life. I was certain.
'Did he jump in to save me?'
