anyone;

[Sinder]

Did it happen? (Perhaps) But she's gone now... When Sinder stirs it's as though he's been asleep for years. He remembers Yael providing him an opportunity to gain a voice (or was it telepathy?). They were discussing it and hadn't yet come to a final conclusion so is it null? His lips purse tightly together as he blinks away the hazy vision of the morning. Everything seems different yet the same. It's still the Desert. The dunes expand far beyond his vision's reach and the heat still bares heavily down on his back. Sand has swallowed a majority of his body after so long of having been stagnant. In reality, he should be buried beneath one of the mountainous peaks but his head at least remains exposed. How? (Don't question it, idiot) When he stands Sinder can hear the falling of dirt and debris in a loud rush until all is quiet again. Silence is what he knows, what he thrives in. It makes him listen when others aren't. A brow raises underneath his unruly forelock before he sidles away from his resting place. The oasis is calling for him as it always does, the shadows providing solace as he wraps his mind around what may have happened. He had Noori, he had a son, he had life. SINDER