Skaafin Prize - Dv-s The

Venn walked through the door without looking back. Behind him, the Obsidian Galleries collapsed into silence, and Vethis sat alone in the dark, wondering if he had just lost or won something himself.

“The right to carry all of them. Not one. Every loss. Every scar. I don’t want to undo the past. I want to stop running from it.”

And then he understood.

He thought of the rebels who had trusted him. Make it mean something.