"Should we have left like that?"
It wasn't the first time Priya had asked the question. In fact, it was the third. Zarek had already showered, was lying in bed, his head half foggy and half lustful. But he also didn't have the strength to pin his girlfriend under him right now.
He was spent.
First, he had almost died more times than he could count, suffered his first truly gruesome wounds of this lifetime, barely healed himself, and then went and did it seven more times.
Was the process easier? Technically, yes, especially since his strength was far greater now. But the situation wasn't so simple. Managing the lives of so many people, directing them, training them, observing their weaknesses and strengths…
It was a mental load that he had taken on not long after already being almost completely spent.
The fact he had managed to stay on his feet at all was a miracle in itself. He certainly hadn't caught back up to where he had been in his other lives yet.
