Back in Haven a month and Titan still didn't feel any better about his bionic limbs, himself, nothing. A restlessness rustled his spirit even as nothing seemed to touch him. He felt detached from everything.
But it wasn't Haven's fault. It hadn't changed. It still played home to the same group of people, going about their day-to-day existence, talking to him, including him, and yet he felt an utter disconnect from them. As if he weren't really here. His mind kept straying elsewhere, thinking things he shouldn't. Dealing with guilt, not just about Alfred left behind in the tank but, oddly enough, about Riella. He hated her. And yet he couldn't help mulling over the events of the attack. The way the queen treated her. How she talked to her.
It sounded as if the mother hated the daughter. Which then led to him wondering what had happened to Riella. Was she the prodigal daughter brought home? Or, as Alfred had intimated, did she currently suffer?