The voice echoed as Homraz sat up wearily. Tonight’s dream didn’t seem that bad. But it still pained him to remember the striking difference between this one and the terror that plagued him almost every night.

Groggily wiping his eyes, the half-orc tossed aside the duvet and dragged himself to his bathroom. After the last night terror, he’d moved his prescription there. He was lucky that only Dhurgan had found him like that.

Knocking back two of the pills, Homraz stopped to look back at the haggard figure in the mirror.

Short black hair, tousled back with sweat, bloodshot brown eyes, and a sickly pallor to his green skin stared back at him.

You can rage and act indifferent all you like, but you’re really-

“I know. Broken.”

No. There’s glue for broken. You’re shattered. Beyond hope. Beyond repair.

“It’s not my fault! I didn’t deserve it.”

Doesn’t matter. He used you up.

“I know.”

Do you? Because you’re getting close to him again.

“No, I’m not.”

Yes, you are. He just has a different face.

“She’s not like that.”

Yes, she is. And she’ll use you too. If there’s anything left of you.