Lunx stared out into the night. The others were asleep, except for Jenny, who apparently never slept. Lunx did not sleep very much either these days, and even when he did it was a restless sleep, his dreams filled with the worries of his waking hours, and like the worries they grew worse with every passing night.
HOW? How exactly can you help, Lunx? What have you done!?
His brother’s words echoed in his mind. And he was beginning to realise that Blu was right – Lunx had done nothing to help. He still loathed above all things that Blu had given up his soul for him, saving Lunx and damning himself, even though Lunx was born to be damned. (He wasn’t going to give his soul up again at first opportunity, but he was not naive enough to think that, given the craft he practiced, he would survive with his soul intact. And besides, damnation was in his blood.)
But despite all the hate, all the anger, Lunx had in fact done nothing. After all, Blu was handling it, wasn’t he?
Well he shouldn’t have to. It was not his burden to bear. It was Lunx who had foolishly threw a soul away, so it should fall upon Lunx to return the soul – even if it wasn’t his soul.
For the dozenth time that night, Lunx closed his eyes and tried to sleep. He needed all the sleep he could get, because starting tomorrow it was to take action.
To find a way to repay Father for every way he had hurt this family.