[ Theon still thinks himself on the brink of madness already, but it’s different than what Maximus is going through. It’s all in his mind, a generally quiet struggle between pieces of his own identity. The old gods knew his name, but the old gods aren’t here. There are no gods here to help him sort himself out.
Glancing uncertainly around the room, he clears his throat. He feels silly asking anything that he can’t see a question, but he gives it a go anyway. ]
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Glancing uncertainly around the room, he clears his throat. He feels silly asking anything that he can’t see a question, but he gives it a go anyway. ]
What better color than black, then?