They settled him onto the floor of the interior space, and Ren held on to all three of them with what remained of what he had, which was very little, his face saying in silence everything he hadn’t been able to say in words.
Something the girls had already understood: there was no way a body and a mind pushed so hard until arriving in that state had anything to be ashamed of...
It was impossible to believe Selthia, to believe anything negative about him, when the evidence of how hard he had been pushing was right there in his face, in the weight of him, in the way he had been fighting to hold on a few more minutes just to check that everyone else was alright.
The girls watched him go quiet.
And in their look there was not even a small doubt.
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Some time passed before any of the three spoke.
Larissa was first.
"He’s carrying too much." She didn’t say it as an accusation, she said it with the meticulousness of someone arriving at a diagnosis they would have preferred not to have to make after much deliberation. "And he’s fighting forces that are..." she searched for the right word, found it, set it in place, "...intrinsically different from anything any of us understood, at least before this."
She gestured toward the horizon of the interior space.
The networks Selthia had left behind when she dissolved hadn’t fully disappeared. They extended toward the edges of the space like the outer structure of something enormous waiting just past the library’s limits, branching threads of corrupted energy that seemed to reach endlessly into the dark beyond the walls, showing clearly how far the influence had spread before it was pushed back. The map of what really was the true body of the ’girl’ that had been here.
"It seems the corruption isn’t only the strange beasts we see outside," Larissa continued. "It’s something deeper. Something that works affecting the mana of the world at a more fundamental level." A pause. "And he was dealing with that from the inside, at the same time he was dealing with everything he could from the outside."
Liora was watching the networks with an expression that mixed the exhaustion from before with something closer to a new worry and active concern. Not the kind that needed to spiral into catastrophizing the quiet since she was indeed that tired, but the focused kind of worry that was already looking for where to apply itself.
"That’s what made him vulnerable in the first place," she said. "The load... Not the corruption’s strength alone." Her fingers tightened slightly around the muscles near Ren’s shoulder, he was sleeping with the heaviness of someone who had fallen more than drifted, the dead weight of total collapse. "We have to reduce it. That load... Or this is likely going to keep happening."
Luna still had her head against his chest, her ear over the place where his heartbeat was easiest to find. Her eyes were open, fixed on nothing in particular, with the expression she got when she was thinking things she hadn’t decided to say yet, the internal machinery still running, sorting and filtering and deciding what came out and what didn’t.
"It’s my fault," she finally said with a soft voice.
The other two looked at her.


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