The darkness around him warped, twisted as the amber lights scrawled violent green and vanished, one by one. The floor shook and he gaped, stumbling across it as metal parted from metal and the ship opened long lines of teeth beneath him. Shouting, he could hear it and hear it, but that slowly changed as his hands pressed against his ribs. He couldn't see it anymore,
not as the hitrrn vanished, but he could taste it.
Khoi!
His lips moved, but the breath escaped his lungs through his fingers, past his palm in bright bubbling pain. Narada couldn't hear him. Ael couldn't hear him. Darkness shifted around him and Nero's legs gave, dropping him to the floor.
He was cold. His breath slid through him, carded through his ribs and past his flesh. For the briefest moment, he wondered if
he had dreamed it all. The air through the floor pushed through him, and Nero wheezed.
The taste of green became blue on his lips. It was all he could see, all he could hear, as he faded into unconsciousness.