“Was I wrong?”
“What do you mean?”
Litvir laid back on his lounge chair, staring at the ceiling. The room, just like most of the ship, was rather dull, dark and under-lit with purple and red glowing strips, all running down the walls and floor. Sat next to him was Arkadin, who was nervously fiddling with a lump of something, probably some sort of clay from the large stockpile he kept in his bedroom. Across the way, Retvik was pacing up and down, occasionally glancing over to his fellow Decaylings, occasionally glancing out of the large, plastic window to his side.
“Was I wrong in what I did to disorientate everyone and break the time loop?” Litvir clarified his question. “I feel like maybe what I did was… at least not right.”
Litvir glanced towards Arkadin. He could somewhat guess Retvik’s opinions on what had happened recently. He and Retvik always seemed to get along somehow, despite their very, very chequered past. A past that had been long forgotten. There was nothing more powerful at bringing people together than having a universe implode. Arkadin on the other hand was far more… uncertain.
“Eh…” Arkadin just shrugged at first. “If I’m really honest? I think it’s kinda… not wrong, but pretty fucked up. But given the circumstances, you did what you thought was best.”
“Huh…” Litvir was surprised by Arkadin’s opinion. He was certain that the former death god would have been somewhat angry. Really though, this was good for Litvir. It meant he could freely talk about his own recent experiences. “Well… I definitely would not do that again… If anything, I somewhat wish I had taken the time to use a different memory…”
Arkadin leaned to one side, so he could face Litvir. “Is something bothering you?”
“Yes…”
The conversation was interrupted by Retvik dragging a chair over and sitting next to them. “You should talk about your feelings, Litvir. We all should. So we are on the same level.”
Litvir nodded. “Yes, that is very fair. But right now, I am too preoccupied with the image burnt into my memory.”
“The image you burnt into-”
“Yes.”
“Of-”
“Yes…” Litvir rubbed his eyes. “I need alcohol. And some reassurance that I am not inadequate.”
Arkadin put a kindly hand on Litvir’s shoulder. “You’re not inadequate. Slightly weird, yes, but you’re fine how you are.”
Litvir grunted, leaning back again. “That is not what I meant. I had no idea that Time Drakes were so insanely well endowed.”
Immediately, Arkadin’s kindly look disappeared, replaced with a worried frown. “Ah… uh… yeah… He does have… a… uh…”
For a moment, Litvir’s own concern faded, replaced with curiosity. “You have seen your sibling’s erect-”
“Can we change the subject please?” Arkadin sat up straight, putting his head in his hands. “Let’s go back to how we escaped a lump that was talking us into trying to join it and then saved Galyn from a Voidborn attack and then broke a time loop…”
“You know, Arkadin, you act very weirdly whenever someone mentions sex,” Litvir crossed his arms. “As Retvik said, we should talk about the things that bother us.”
“Clearly, massive dragon cocks are something no one here wishes to discuss…” Retvik frowned.
“It’s just that the thought brings back some pretty… uh…” Arkadin shook his head some more. “This is hard to explain. You know how I kinda existed before the universe that just blew up? Well, some really, really bad stuff happened between Kairos and I and everyone else back in that universe, and most of it is intentionally dead and buried. Until something reminds me of that dark time. So no, I don’t want to discuss this.”
Litvir simply shrugged. “Repressed memories are not too good for you, but I understand, and will drop the subject. This does however bring me back to my original question that I wanted to ask. Is what I did wrong?”
Suddenly, the door creaked open behind the three Decaylings, the light that would have flooded into the room being blocked by a very large Decay Lord.
“I guess we are about to find out…”