"How's Simi?" Savitar asked.
Ash pulled a corner of his formesta back to show him Simi's tattoo. "Fine. She's resting now. I kept her out too late."
"You shouldn't abuse your demon so. She needs her rest."
Ash ignored his comment. They both knew he would never really abuse Simi.
Savitar walked around the room, his gaze seeking out every corner and crevice. "Very sterile place you have here."
"I'm sure yours is a study in hedonism."
Savitar laughed, then sobered. "You can't go to them, Atlantean. If you do you will kill Stryker."
Ash closed his eyes, wishing he could see his own future as easily as Savitar did. But at least Savitar was willing to share his visions for once. "Are you sure?"
"As sure as I'm standing here." Savitar flashed from before the throne to stand directly behind Ash's back. "Maybe I'm not there after all."
Ash immediately turned around so that Savitar wasn't at his back-more than anyone, Savitar knew how much he hated for anyone to come up behind him. "Don't push me, Savitar," he growled. "I've long ceased being a neophyte."
"No, you're not. But if you want to attack me, so be it. I can't interfere with your free will any more than you can interfere with theirs."
Savitar held his hand up and spread out his fingers. Colors danced and swirled in vibrant patterns in the air around it. They danced around his fingers. "Everything in the universe is changing right now. Realigning. But then you know that. I know you can feel it."
Ash ground his teeth as pain swept through him. He knew exactly why the universe was still shifting to accommodate what never should have happened. "I made a mistake."
"Nick Gautier."
Ash nodded. "I cursed him to die and I altered numerous other lives in the process. Lives of people I love."
Savitar gave him a hard stare. "And now you know why I love no one. Why I never have and never will." He lowered his voice. "Heed my words well, little brother. Love only destroys."
Ash refused to believe it. He knew better. "Love saves."
Savitar scoffed. "Love has destroyed you how many times now?"
Ash smiled bitterly at those memories. "That wasn't love. It was stupidity."
"You still haven't learned your lesson, Atlantean. So long as you feel like a human and love, you are crippled. That is why, eleven thousand years later, the Greek bitch still has her claws into you. Scrape her off and seize your destiny."
"No," Ash said emphatically. "My compassion is what keeps me from doing something even more imbecilic. Without it... You don't want to live in the world that would exist if I ever seized my destiny."
"Are you so sure?"
No, he wasn't. Savitar could be brutal and callous at times. "Love is always salvation."
"Then you can keep it. I have better things to do than pace a room, debating what to do." His form started to fade.
"Wait," Ash said.
He reappeared. "Yes?"
Ash hesitated, but he needed to know. "How's Nick doing?"
Savitar shrugged nonchalantly. "He's away from all he has ever known. He's scared and grieving. I think it's safe to say he has had better days."
Ash didn't want to think about that. It was all his fault that Nick was dead and suffering. And it was why he'd sent the Cajun to Savitar for training. The Cajun needed compassion right now that Ash wasn't sure he could give him.
"Thank you for training him."