[Ferran lets out a bitter laugh; having someone agree with him about how miserable Geardagas was, even if they don't have all the details, is a vindication that's more satisfying than he expected.]

One I'll hopefully never see again. Supposedly when we destroyed the source of the plague, whatever brought us there in the first place was satisfied. I never thought I'd prefer my situation back home to anything, but that place... definitely gave me a new perspective.

[The most hellish part? Even thinking of the gradual transformation draws the nightmares out of him in spades, and brief sparks of energy jump between the shards in a way that guides Ferran's attempts.]

I don't recommend growing wings. It's a bad time.