GREY’S POV :

It had been Eleven hours since the variable passed out. And Eleven hours since I was trapped in her ‘path.’

Since we entered with the help of her reflection, I wouldn't be able to leave the white room without outside help until she didn't wake up.

But that was the least of my worries.

The variable had gone to Oblivion, a place where no one had returned to tell the tale, other than demons.

And demons did not share information with humans.

What am I supposed to do?

I looked down at the variable who was sleeping peacefully. As if she would wake up at any moment.

I’m sure that the head office must have guessed the situation by now and are on their way.

But it doesn't really matter.

She might never wake up.

I’ll never get my answers.

I’ll never be forgiven.

Ah, this feeling. I know it all too well.

This emptiness. 

From the past eleven hours, what have I done?

“Useless.”

“You’re useless.”

“What’s the point of being strong if you can’t do anything?”

“Wasn’t he there on that day? Twelve years ago?”

“I’ve heard he was the one who called her out.”

“He killed them.”

“Murderer.”

I know these whispers.

I heard them ever so often.

“It hurts,” I said, looking at my hands emotionlessly.

“What does?”

“My chest-”

Wait. 

I turned towards the variable so fast that I almost hurt my neck. But, that doesn’t matter.

I breathed a sigh of relief.

It’s the variable. She’s awake. Oh, thank God.

It does not matter whether she is ‘her’ anymore? I’m just glad that she’s safe.

I might cry.