Sunny was on the deck of the Chain Breaker once again. He straightened and looked into the mist, his eyes sunken.
"Doesn't work… that doesn't work. Should we abandon the caverns route?"
His bleak voice was quiet enough to not be heard by Nephis and Cassie. Although Sunny had been careful not to overwork himself too much again, the strain of surviving… and failing to survive… on Wind Flower was slowly getting to him.
It was hard, to keep himself from succumbing to hopelessness and numbness. Sunny had known many bitter defeats, but being crushed over and over again still burdened him. More than that, his mindset was slowly deteriorating into not caring about whether he lived or died at all…
Why would he care if all that waited after death was another revolution, and then another, and another, endlessly and without reprieve?