Silly sister. She could not follow him. She was one of the kin. She was one with the darkness and the familiar damp that clouded their every waking moment. Nikt was skilled at touch and her bones were practically made of the calcified earth. He knew she would follow him, but despite all her love, she would not follow him all the way.
He would miss her.
Bit turned back at the efflux to just barely make out his sister frozen by the light. Yes, he would miss her most of all, but the harsh light seemed to call to him and seemed to wake something in his bones. He cried a bit as a final farewell as he turned away and faced the blinding light with closed eyes, in complete faith that his first few steps into the Above would be beautiful.
With a few unsteady steps he entered the glorious hell.