7. two dead men
We met in the Inferno.
Our cornfields were fields of fireflowers and our surf was a tide of shadows.
When I saw him, and he saw me, we knew without saying anything that we had done the same thing, that I had sent myself to the Inferno and that he had sent himself to the Inferno, that we were both tired of killing, that there was enough death in Verga. But what he didn’t know was that while he had leveled a megalopolis full of strangers, I had destroyed something much more meaningful: Ream. We no longer had a home to go back to. That was one reason I was comfortable in the Inferno. I could tell he wanted to go back.
Eventually, I was sent back, back to the Shrine.
Whether Gauntlet would ever escape Hell and find Ream’s ruins was not something I expected to find out.