Forty Five.

Fallon

Shroud paces back and forth, muttering to himself. I had no idea what he was saying. The sounds just merged together, like a baby trying to figure out how to talk. He hasn’t answered my question and I don’t push him on it either. Anything could tip him over the edge.

“You think you have it all worked out, don’t you, my little Fallon!”

“I am not your Fallon. I am no ones Fallon.”

“Ah, fi