Fear and Dread

Ivan

"You know she's going to die, and yet you're here," the voice that had followed me since I entered Wrath continued to taunt me, but it wasn't anyone in my head. "You must not have loved her that much. You could've gone home. You could've had that last fragment of happiness with her before the reaper took her soul. Considering it's the last time you'll ever see her again. You bet it all; no matter what, you've lost it all."

No one else could hear it, not even the things I was facing.

This was a torment made only for me, and it was driving me insane. Sometimes, I thought I saw someone speaking from the corner of my eye, but no one was there when I turned to look. Was I broken, and no one realized it yet? Was the knowledge that Nefra was close to death pushing me to my limits? Or was it my guilt that I wasn't there?