The vast majority of people won't truly know how this feels, but they may think they do. Only when it really happens will you finally realise what it means to be betrayed, to be lost, to be forgotten. That's how he felt, that how he feels, betrayed. The empty void had come to be his resting place, but not for his body. It was a rather untraditional thing that was buried here. It is where Leere had lost the last thing that made him stable, or whatever could have been passed off as such, it was here that Leere lost what was closest to him and was left, betrayed, by his only human friend.
He had brought her here, to this open abyss, to speak and talk as they always had done. Sadly, it was soon apparent that she had other plans. Those plans being getting them both into a state of comfort and then ramming poor Leere against a pipe, impaling him, perhaps it wasn't planned... who knows?
Having a large metal pipe violently inserted through your chest would make you think he was dead; perished and gone, left to dust sitting where she left him. Yet no, there was something that kept him from dying, barely. It was Izah.
Izah had made Leere his home and when a wall in your home comes crashing down you have to repair it. So it got to work, mending the wound, patching it. This entire time, Leere struggled on for life with a gaping hole on both sides of his body. Izah is the only reason he stands today, yet it wasn't as simple and clear cut as it could have been. It wasn't like the weapon used for attempted murder conveniently missed the large organism latched on to Leere's spine; Izah to was dying.
The priority rested on Leere however, if he died it didn't matter how well Izah had healed itself, Leere was required for Izah to survive. This is why Izah had to do what it did... it was for the sake of its own survival, not that this mattered to it in the end. Izah worked and worked, saving Leere from bleeding out but not even it could stop the inevitable, one of them was going to die.
Leere was safe, for now, Izah had mended his wounds to the point where he could linger on, and fly himself out of this empty soulless place. But where would he go? He had a dying incubus inside of him and he would never reach Das Wilde space in time. Despite that clear fact Leere pushed through the pain and agony, heading towards a distant land on a futile hope. Yet there was something he failed to realise, it was already too late. Izah was no more.
Izah had died trying to keep them both alive, only half succeeding. Yet Leere was suffering from a wide array of horrible afflictions having almost died and lost the thing that kept him in this functioning state. He had suffered trauma on a level worse than ever before, and Leere has had some scrapes before. His mind was fracturing, with the simplest of mental tasks being a challenge - there was no possibility of him making it back, not that he would be welcome there anymore.
He had been dipping in and out of consciousness and at the rate he was going it wouldn't make all the difference, he had to stop and rest. Leere took himself away from the cockpit, falling immediately to the floor due to his weakness. He struggled over to the wall-mounted medkit which to him felt like an uphill battle. Retrieving the supplies Leere headed for the cargo bay, maybe he could find something to lie down on... just for a little bit. He ended up applying bandages mostly covering the wounds that were healed by Izah and chose to lie down on some furs he had in his cargo hold, wasn't much but the best he could do in his situation.
He drifted into a slumber with ease, his body tired and in need of rest. His rest was long and undisturbed, it was only when he woke that he felt the pain. Although he was suffering he was only in true pain when he made his scaring discovery. The songs had stopped, there was silence. Leere cried out its name, hoping to get a response but there was nothing, the songs had ceased.
