Bailong breathed in and never breathed out.
He fueled every last bit of his concentration to look for Sevir. His eyes seemed to pop out, but nothing. His heart was still, his thoughts were in chaos, all the stray pieces of information falling in place, Lady Reika’s note, Lady Hiwaga’s aloofness, Sevir’s teachings, the masters’ hesitation, the distractions. He was trying to grasp at any useful straw that could let him do something, anything. He couldn’t be in two places at once. Choosing Sevir was not an option. It was doomed before it began. What else could he do?
Rooted to this spot, he was once again seeing someone, his soul connected to, suffer helplessly. He couldn’t do anything then. What could he possibly do now?
Clouds of helplessness snuck inside the castle, suffocating him.
“Bai. Stop. Think. What can we do? This man. The king can help him. What is he here for? His wife. He must now know his son is here. Think Bai. That’s what you do best. Think.”