Are we not all lost in the darkness? The blind leading the blind? The damned reaching out to uplift the damned?
The thought crossed Rezo’s mind as he held Eris in his arms; knowing her by the curve of her hips and the smell of her hair, and the soft sound of her hitching breath.
She was his most devoted. His assistant, appreciated and cherished. He hoped one day to look on her face and see her delight at her years of work for him rewarded.
But sometimes Rezo wondered if there was more to her than even he understood.
