A lump rose in Malakai's throat. This wasn't fair. Devyn had done nothing to deserve the burden of these visions, and yet here he was, carrying a load that even Hiller had struggled to bear.
Malakai clenched his fists, his nails digging into his palms. He wanted to storm into the room, to tell Devyn that he wasn't alone, that someone understood what he was going through. He wanted to assure him that he wasn't crazy, that his dreams held meaning.
But he couldn't.
Instead, he tightened his cloak around him and turned away, forcing himself to retreat into the shadows once more.
But one day, the guilt became unbearable. Watching Devyn twist and turn, trapped in a nightmare that left him crying out in his sleep, Malakai could take no more. The boy had endured enough.