Sometimes, just sometimes, when Alistair closed his eyes, he felt contempt and saw deep, dark irises staring back at him. He saw hatred in that man’s expression. There was loathing, a look of betrayal, and a darkness that frightened him to the core. His eyes weren’t just black, they were midnight fields, starless but infinite, swallowing distance and silence whole. They were terrifying and reminded Alistair of days long gone and times as tough as could be. But he bid farewell to that monster, did he not? The very moment he opened his eyes, he forgot about the nightmares. Everything faded away.