A precarious plan (part one)
"I don't understand," Kal says slowly, chewing the inside of his cheek with a nervous fervour. Momentarily, Soren raises his head from me, giving Kal an odd look, as though he can't possibly comprehend what about this whole situation Kal would have difficulty understanding.
To be honest, I too have a fair few remaining questions about the whole matter. After all, if it suddenly conspires that your best friend, or husband in my case, actually has a separate being that has housed part of his soul for hundreds of years... Well, it is certainly enough to boggle the mind to say the least.
"What don't you understand, Kal?" Soren prompts, placing a firm hand of Kal's shoulder, ushering the words out of him with an encouraging nod.
Apprehensively, Kal gestures to Soren, to the tubes of crimson and red dangling down from the wall, moving over to sweep around at all the silver coating the walls.