Darkness. It filled his mind and conquered his thoughts. He liked the dark. He’d always felt at home in the dark. He should have blown himself up a long time ago. Dead was good. Dead was quiet. The silence was fucking golden. Sol turned his head, his mind swimming in the wavering blackness. Something was there—a pinpoint of light. He didn’t question why it was there, he just watched as the light grew into a fire, slowly infusing the dark. Sunrise? Sol scoffed inwardly. He