So, there was a silver lining. Devin knew that the circumstances created by the Dreaming led to this, but he could not let go of responsibility for what had happened. He had sworn to never inflict himself on innocents again, and that broken oath has settled like a heavy stone in the pit of his stomach.

He nodded, eyes closed. "I am aware," Devin groused quietly. "But I've already given him the one thing I could think of to help. I don't know what else to do for him."

How could he aid X when he can barely help himself? There was a lifetime of healing to do, and the idea of it elicited more fear than he could account for.

"Any suggestions?"