Krem ran his fingers into Poison's hair and held onto him. It was good to be able to, to trust in this moment, to be himself in his own body, alone in his thoughts. It hadn't been like Noah accidentally overhearing him thinking; no, the damn thing had been there, in his head, and it knew everything.

Krem wasn't sure if the whole experience, short as it was, was better or worse than the hellscape version of Darrow that had tormented him with his fears and memories.