For a long while, there was silence.
The kind that carried tension, confusion, and the faint ringing echo of embarrassment thick enough to choke on.
Raven sat perfectly still, eyes half-lidded, brain running like a glitching engine. 'How do I even explain this?'
He couldn't just say, "Oh, my supposedly dead mom possessed you, and I hugged her through your body."
No. That was not the kind of sentence you said to your sister.
Even if it was, would she even believe it?
His mind spun through potential responses like a gambler shuffling bad cards.
'You misunderstood? Too vague.'
'It's not what it looks like? That's what every criminal says before the cuffs go on.'
'Your body was housing Mother's soul?—Yeah, no. Straight ticket to trauma-ville.'
He kept thinking, but it wasn't that easy, as his head was never empty, not since Omni was bound to him.
