***
I can hear the sound of a heartbeat...
Before it cuts out.
Won't ever leave my memory...
Blood spilled, cries drowned out.
And I can see a tear on a father's face...
Reflected in the eyes of our enemies.
How could I have ever let you down?
Oh, how could I have ever let you down?
...How could I leave you to die?
Damn your promise.
Damn you.
***
{Inside The Projection}
The first thing Malik noticed when he blinked was that he was not dead.
Right. It seemed that some part of him believed that there was no coming back from that.
The second was that it was morning. Judging by the steed he mounted, and the position he was in the caravan, it was the morning before the attack.
His luck with "checkpoints" seemed to continue.
But his mind didn't seem to acknowledge that.
For a while, he just let his steed take him forward, hands barely gripping the reins.
