Kaathe very rarely had dreams. When he did it usually meant that something strange was happening, but this was not the case. This time was normal. Or maybe he had grown so used to everything that it had become normal. Either way, he found himself in a great, black nothingness. An endless abyss, void of everything and anything. This was what normally awaited the dark elf when he drifts off to slumber's embrace. A nothingness with no meaning, yet even more than whatever dream was thrust upon him by his mind or outside force. He need not stand, for he had no legs. He need not speak, for he had no mouth nor tongue. He need not think or listen to idiotic voices, for he had no mind to hold such thoughts. He need not be, for he had no existing body. Nothing he did mattered, for nothing he did would do anything. No meaning, yet more than any dream could possibly hold for him.

Why was he asleep, and drifting in nothingness? Kaathe had collapsed the moment they found safety outside of the Kest hive. The mission had finally taken its toll on him, and his body gave out. He was unconscious, and had to be taken back through the efforts of others. In a sense, Kaathe had lost a few things along the way as well. The normal spear that he had used for a long time within the Dawn Covenant. The decorated crossbow that he was given to assist in fighting from a distance. A person from his past that he had once held much admiration and jealousy for. His mind may not care for these things, but his body remains innocent. The losses, coupled with his over-usage of his own energy had forced him into unconsciousness.

Even now, while everyone was waking up or was awake, Kaathe had not and did not. He remained in his nothingness. His body needed more rest. Beside him, gently clutched in his left hand, was his dagger. The Dagger of the Crestfallen, the only specially named weapon in his possession. Once the only thing he had cared about, now joined by a girl...no. A woman that had captured his heart, despite what the dark elf would say. But neither she nor his dagger were in his void, and though he would lie to himself about it, he wished that they could have been. It would bring him much joy.

For now, though, his body rests in its unconscious state on the bed others had laid him on. Even if the day passes from Mornig to Noon to Afternoon to Evening and finally to Night once more, his body would rest. If there was nothing to provoke his awakening that is.