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Uriel POV
Uriel often lost track of time.
He was unsure how long he had lived until this point. How long had it been since he first heard Demetra calling to him from the mortal plane? How long had he lived on Zenin with Kai and all of the wonderful humans he had met?
How long since they had left?
It had to be a year now, surely it was enough. He had tried to enjoy his time here, but Amunet was not the same as Zenin.
He missed the unobstructed sunlight that lit up the market square in the colours of Nasiru.
He missed the music, the dancing, the people.
He missed the food that Ely would make for him, often leaving extra portions on the low table beside the couch where he was meant to be 'sleeping' without a word, as though it were a secret between them.
And he missed Kai.
The old Kai, the Kai he loved.
