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Ciara's eyes shot open.

She could feel the reverberation of the shadow imp still echoing in her mind, startling her from her light and troubled sleep. But for the life of her, she couldn't remember what the shadow imp had said. She could only recall it was important.

So instead, her mind reeled back, and brought a resurfacing memory of the shadow imp surrendered, looking at her as she stood in between it and Iraleth. The fear in its eyes when it eventually was handed over to Principal Raja from Iraleth, and the pit in Ciara's stomach at witnessing the exchange.

It made her sick.

[i]”I would have saved you.”[/i] She thought numbly. [i]”I would have let you bind your shadow to me, and we could have been free.”[/i]

Ciara's eyes pinched open, staring at the white ceiling, and the curtain surrounding her bed. Already, whatever logic and cohesion her thoughts had gathered at the appearance of the shadow imp in her mind was slipping. The waters of the drugs in her system lapped at the shores of her consciousness, washing everything away.

So, Ciara found herself staring at the ceiling, feeling as though she had forgotten something important once again. But it didn't matter, as the euphoria in her system eased any worry she could ever feel.

She could hear motion and voices on the other side of the curtain. It took a long moment of ruminating on the voices for it to occur to her that Davil was somewhere around here.

[i]Had he been saved?[/i]