Like a camel riding through the haze of a sandstorm, Aaron felt confused.
His brain was overwhelmed — the sensations of the last several minutes had stacked up into something his nervous system was struggling to process in any organized fashion. Fear, pain, and underneath both of those, just a thin thread of excitement that he couldn't entirely account for. After all, it wasn't an everyday occurrence that a person became a being of a race hailed as gods. The weight of that transformation hadn't fully settled yet, still moving through him in waves, still looking for somewhere to land.
Then Karen said something. A jumbled sentence that arrived too fast and too garbled for him to parse, the words sliding past his comprehension before he could grab hold of any of them. He didn't have time to ask her to repeat it. He didn't have time to do much of anything.
The world around him fractured.
