The Sanctuary of the Chosen

Ravi was used to Death. How many Sentinels had he gotten close to that died in various missions? How many people had he met in various missions that soon died? People came and people went. He understood this and as a Sentinel with a good knowledge of the underworld, he understood that death was not the end, for many souls, death was the beginning.

He also knew it was not his fault. Why should he assume responsibility for a madman? It is just his eardrums hurt as if someone had whacked him in the head with a shovel, making it hard for him to think because of the tinnitus.

Lisa. That girl had been so terrible and yet so kind to him.

To bury another person.

He looked at Arlen who was gazing at him with blue eyes filled with worry and he let out a soft sigh, "Hope is a terrible thing."

He watched as Arlen paused and then shook his head, he moved closer to him, a strength in his gaze, "Ravi, hope is a good thing. We will find her."