When it reached their throats, Merik finally looked into Kullen’s eyes. His real eyes, no longer black. No longer lost, but merely blue and sad and true. His Threadbrother’s eyes. “I’m sorry,” Kullen croaked. And Merik wanted to say the same thing. Never had he wanted anything more. Kullen was here. He was alive. And there was so much Merik needed to apologize for.
