Philosopher's Stone
Phyla hadn't been able to sleep for a few days now. Did she need sleep? Technically it was complicated. It wasn't fully necessary for energy, but it helped her relax and clear her thoughts. Her feeling receptors gave her a new sensation that changed how her thinking worked, which was sort of strange. Still, she couldn't deny that laying down and sleeping did feel good.
But at the moment she was sort of just laying down. Not really sleeping at all. Her hands were folded politely over her stomach as she stared up at the ceiling in her room.
He was gone. There wasn't really any sort of denial that could be done, Jasper was just gone. She had seen the picture, the one of his tiny form being pulled into that large pyramid thing. Where had it taken him? Why had it taken him? Did it have to be so heartless? It was almost like whoever was in control of that thing hadn't even considered that other people might need him. Well... she needed him. That wasn't really something that was up for debate. Jasper had been the one who had introduced her to the Galaxy. Without that foundation she felt...
Unstable.
She hadn't found the will to get up out of bed. So Phy didn't. The young shard just stayed put.
Her artificial body made her feel worse. She had gotten so used to it now that it made her feel like it should be able to do more. Phyla felt like she should be able to cry.
She'd certainly like to.