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I always took for granted that Da'an would be there. Sure, we had our differences, but he was one of the few constants in my life. I have been his protector since literally day one, and I feel lost without him. Now, I find that as much as I was his protector, in a way he was also mine. It was solely due to his influence that I was not required to be implanted with a cyber viral implant.
Now he has vanished and I have to find him while sharing my eyes and ears with Sandoval.
Being implanted was not as painful as my mother's or Sandoval's memories made it out to be, but then I was not implanted with a full CVI. No, I keep my thoughts and freedom of choice, but surrender every last shred of privacy. My own senses betray me. Honestly, I almost wish my CVI did have an MI, then I wouldn't care about being boxed in like this. Of course I'd have told Zo'or and Sandoval all about my Resistance and ANA affiliations and that little detail concerning my true heritage. I'm certain the Synod would be absolutely fascinated by that particular revelation.
It is better for the ANA and the Resistance this way. Zo'or can now track my movements and I come out squeaky clean so long as I can find a way to alert Renee to my situation without a certain implant catching on to what I'm doing. No small task, that.
On top of everything else, I'm scared about Da'an. A 'final journey,' he called his disappearance. I don't like the implications of that statement. I know via the Commonality that Da'an lives, but I dare not try to use my small connection to try and reach him with Zo'or and the others hypersensitive with his sudden disappearance.
I just never realized how much he meant to me. When I thought Da'an dead it seemed to surreal, and I had no time for the impact to hit me before the truth was revealed. Now the sound of his absence shadows me everywhere and yet I do not know where to so much as start looking my for guardian angel.